Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

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!

26 comments:

  1. 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. love the title,

    a worthy read, smiles.

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

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

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  7. I can feel the grief and sadness.

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

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

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

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

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

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  15. Touching and it packs a powerful message about life.

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  16. 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. Heartfelt and touching Ayala. Sending you lots of xoxo.

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  18. Extremely moving, tender poem, Ayala. xxx j

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

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  26. 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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