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Sunday, December 18, 2011

No Pain In The Rain




The raindrops showered me,
I stood there while they embraced me.
I wanted each drop to be,
like the tears I shed inside.
It was after my father died,
I knew the rain can't hurt me,
or cut me,
or leave me to bleed.
The pain was greater than
any I have ever known.
He loved me,
even though I didn't listen.
Even though I was a rebel.
I was a warrior that lost the war.
He knew,
but he didn't say a word.
He knew but he forgave,
because he loved me with his heart and soul.
He kissed my eyelids,
and my soul would flutter.
like the wings of a butterfly.
He knew I lost my way,
but he stretched out his arms,
to catch me while I fell.
I wept when he died,
sorrow existed in my days and nights.
He was a lover of life,
so I crawled out of the darkness and pain
and I lived.
Slowly allowing sweetness to seep in,
allowing myself to breathe again.




the above painting is by Tera Zajack, aka olive hue designs and over at dVerse brian miller is hosting  a wonderful  poetics prompt for us, featuring an interview with Tera and some of her work. Join us there!
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26 comments:

  1. Brian MillerDecember 18, 2011 at 7:49 AM

    what a stirring tale...and that it took his death to make you crawl out...i hope that that does not bring with it guilt as i imagine he would not want that, but perhaps give purpose...nice response ayala

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  2. Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson BarryDecember 18, 2011 at 8:00 AM

    love the title,

    a worthy read, smiles.

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  3. MaryDecember 18, 2011 at 8:45 AM

    A beautiful poem, Ayala. I understand your feelings of grief expressed in this poem, but I am glad some sweetness is seeping back into your life. One day at a time!

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  4. ClaudiaDecember 18, 2011 at 8:53 AM

    your father must have been an awesome man ayala..also great ending with crawling back into life because you knew he would've wanted you to do so..

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  5. Pat HattDecember 18, 2011 at 9:03 AM

    Great tale you weaved from the art for the dVerse mart.

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  6. Steve KingDecember 18, 2011 at 9:07 AM

    This is so apropo to the art. Wonderful feeling in this, and a hopeful ending.

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  7. Maude LynnDecember 18, 2011 at 9:52 AM

    I can feel the grief and sadness.

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  8. AdrienneDecember 18, 2011 at 10:16 AM

    You share the vulnerable pieces of you with us as you write. Such a gift that you honor your father by living more fully. This is beautiful.

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  9. AmeenaDecember 18, 2011 at 11:12 AM

    Beautiful and honest...I love it. Thank you for sharing and have a lovely Sunday my friend!

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  10. Laurie KolpDecember 18, 2011 at 12:09 PM

    A parent's love knows no bounds, survives the test of time.

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  11. AnonymousDecember 18, 2011 at 12:57 PM

    i like how you are explaining why she's there -> to wash away the pain

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  12. hedgewitchDecember 18, 2011 at 1:24 PM

    A fine and moving poem, ayala. Sorrow and grief can't be washed away by the rain, only by time and the gift of hope your father's love gave you.

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  13. ScarletDecember 18, 2011 at 1:48 PM

    Lovely and heartfelt...I was moved with your words.

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  14. siggiofmaineDecember 18, 2011 at 6:38 PM

    Thank you for the heartfelt words.
    Peace,
    Siggi in Downeast Maine

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  15. VictoriaDecember 18, 2011 at 9:49 PM

    Touching and it packs a powerful message about life.

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  16. TALONDecember 18, 2011 at 10:19 PM

    What a fabulous write from the prompt, ayala. Grief truly does make us numb to that which goes on around us...

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  17. Rudri Bhatt Patel @ Being RudriDecember 18, 2011 at 10:46 PM

    Heartfelt and touching Ayala. Sending you lots of xoxo.

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  18. Jenne' R. Andrews December 18, 2011 at 11:36 PM

    Extremely moving, tender poem, Ayala. xxx j

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  19. AlitaDecember 19, 2011 at 8:44 AM

    My heart sobbed when reading this. It was difficult to even get all the way through. Your pain is so very palpable expressed in this way. You have such a gift for expression.

    Peace be to you Ayala!

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  20. Becky SainDecember 19, 2011 at 9:44 AM

    This is heartbreaking but with a huge amount of promise in those last few lines... breathing and living. Yes, love this.

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  21. SheilaDecember 19, 2011 at 10:06 AM

    what a tribute to a wonderful man. This is my favorite line - He was a lover of life,
    so I crawled out of the darkness and pain
    and I lived.

    very powerful and expresses the impact he had on you profoundly.

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  22. joannaDecember 19, 2011 at 11:05 AM

    so much painful, almost brutally open emotion in this one... a beautiful tribute. thank you for sharing it with the world.

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  23. Ed PilollaDecember 19, 2011 at 11:13 PM

    what a journey you traverse here, finding the way after losing your father. this is the road we walk. the pain and love is never far away.

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  24. LeslieDecember 20, 2011 at 9:04 AM

    i'm so glad you had such a loving father... but so sorry for your pain. my favorite lines here:

    "He was a lover of life,
    so I crawled out of the darkness and pain
    and I lived."

    i'm glad you did. (and thank you so very much for your thoughts and prayers for me)

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  25. UnknownDecember 21, 2011 at 10:02 AM

    I love this poem. I think you honor your father beautifully.

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  26. PatriciaDecember 24, 2011 at 9:09 AM

    How blessed you are to have a father show you this kind of love. What a fabulous man and what a beautiful tribute your words are. It is as though his love and your words mirror one another.

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