Forcasting Rain...........................

 

Hold my umbrella, keep

their words off my head

protect me

from this

cold

hard

acidic rain

as the ridicule falls

it drowns me

with arthritic pain.

 

Can I stand behind you

to hide my face

I cannot show them my light

they might blow it out

making my day 

a darker night.

 

Speak for me please

my mouth cannot open

but I hear their whispers

every word

seams to shrink me smaller

pull me back up

I need your help

to stand a little taller.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

This is an extraordinary write, very deep and personal...someplace in time I think we've all visited at one time or another. We become numb to if we're lucky, then there are those currents of despair that rain upon our soul so wounding. Captivating read.

[Muse]

being taunted and bullied as a child...34 years old now Frieda...but still, when I'm around a group of people I don't know, or around people I went to school with...I feel like I'm ten again...shrinking...shrinking I am.

[Frieda P]

I understand that well, I've never been bullied except by my own father, and I regress quite easily in the face of any kind of connection whatsoever.

[Muse]

my Dad did that too..called me stupid on a regular basis..I guess that's why bullying strikes a sensitive chord with me.

[Frieda P]

oh I got 'idiot' after stupid, how fun eh? That song 'Memories' comes to mind!

[Muse]

better yet....later in life I heard "I think of you and sex" in the same sentence....so he's dead to me now. Even if related by blood...some people cause too much pain to keep them around.

[Muse]

sorry Frieda...sorry for us..and all the dead beat fathers.

[Frieda P]

Same here dear friend, we showed them though, rose above it, most days anyway!

[Muse]

what does not kill us..can only make us stronger...wiser. xo

[Frieda P]

Yes but first it drives us insane! ;-)

[Muse]

I have underestimated the emotional scars..my gawd...after conversing with you briefly..I had to sit in a dark quiet room for a few minutes...regain composure.

[Frieda P]

Sorry, didn't mean to open old wounds. xo

[Amila Jay]

This is an outstanding write. ' every word seems to shrink me smaller.' There is much depth in your words. love the poem. Excellent :))

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Everybody needs a little help sometimes... it is nice to see your vulnerable side. You are human after all. Seriously though it is a wonderful poem. Very heartfelt.

[EMF]

I saw this pop up on the newsfeed and couldn't remember reviewing it. Read it again and it was just as stunning as the first time. Still, simply wonderful

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. beautifully written ... intensely moving ... i relate to these words completely ... i feel my life and i are a living ode to insignificance ... but i do hope to get to a better place ... thank you for this post ... it's unforgettable ... and inspiring ...

I love walking in the rain, because no one sees, I am actually crying~ This is such a ode to the rain, and written out a poetic heart, who actually embrace all kind of nature aspects. Raw, dark, but true, the last is the most important. Rain, speak for this goddes, as she wrapped this poem into silent bliss~

[Mary Fioratti]

I like poems with pictures, although I like to read poems without it. I would read poems all night... they talk to me...like yours just did. But I have to say it first that this picture called my attention... so fragile, and so strong at the same time.
So many times we keep this "umbrella" trying to keep the words off our heads...
((((hugs))))
*Mary*

[Art Sun]

how many are there who need that support of another, that refuge or protector...or just that special friend who is always there to pick us up...nice work Muse...

[EMF]

In all honesty I was drawin to this by the picture. It is wonderful. Simply wonderful. But then comes the poem... It grabs you by the nadgers and gives a damn tight squeeze. Then the picture and the poem come together as a single entity. A plantive plea that cannot be forgotten, cannot be ignored and burns with a slow intensity until the last two lines, when the reader is offered some degree of hope. A powerful poem. Formed as carefully as a living cell and as equally beautiful and perfect. Sheer perfection to read, and burnt into the soul.

[Alexis]

Your writing really amazes me. It's so great!
Anyways, the narrator of this poem sounds like they're in need of help and that there's someone there who could really help them out - like a best friend, sibling, or adult/parent. It had a kind of depressing tone to me with a little hope. It made me think about the people I have. Maybe what I'm saying doesn't have anything to do with what you were thinking when you wrote this, but I guess that's just how I got it.
Anywho. I'm sort of ranting. Well, good job! I loved this. :3