she was like the rain

as the water begins to fall

is her wounded and shattered self's call

sometimes she's not herself

she cries, feels lonely 

and uncertain to ask for help

yet she's like the rainbow

after an agony, trying to flee from misery

she still brings hope and joy

to those who feel empty

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Nice depictions of mood swings as you describe a strong need for attention…..” sometimes she’s not herself”…. Aren’t we all like this? Yet she is able to escape her own anguish….. and “ she’ s like the rainbow “…… calm, self satisfied and her soul mimics the gentle colors of the rainbow….
Nice metaphors and images…
Warmly, B🌷

[Juse]

thank you so much, madam... 🥰

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome🌷
Warmly
B

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Juse… as we are often unprotected from Storms.. we seek Shelter under the Water Falls where Birds gather and invite us to join in
The Comfort of Angel Wings to feather our Revery. Softly, Pat