3AM

3AM

A Poem by Rainee Whiting

3AM

The muted beat of a broken heart,
a heroic fight to heal the hurt.
Palms pressed in silent prayer,
bare knees into dampened dirt.

The silent whimper from quivering lips,
as tears fall like salted rain.
Mind manipulates memories past,
she finds redemption in the pain.

Rainee

© 2016 Rainee Whiting


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It is unbelievable how talented you are... It was short and sweet but so incredibly raw. Absolutely beautiful!

Posted 4 Years Ago


I remember being up all hours of the morning when I first started writing, quietly typing out my words on my smith corona. For some reason, it just seemed an appropriate time to get it all out.

"The muted beat of a broken heart..." Such a lovely opening, Rainee.



Posted 7 Years Ago


It's amazing and heart melting as well. Why titled 3am? Any special reason behind that?

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rainee Whiting

8 Years Ago

It was 3AM when I scribbled the words onto a napkin :)
Writer at last! Sky ~

8 Years Ago

Onto a napkin that too at 3am? Ohh God only a poetic heart can do that...
Great wrote my frie.. read more
Honest and true thoughts and emotions in the poetry. We need to mourn to heal. There is redemption in knowing pain. Thank you Rainee for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rainee Whiting

8 Years Ago

Thank you for reading me :)
Coyote Poetry

8 Years Ago

You are welcome Rainee.

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Rainee Whiting
Rainee Whiting

Las Vegas, NV



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