Parched

The earth is parched.
Like my soul.
Inside I am
Clawed dry by
Thoughts of what
Could have been,
Can be,
What the past cradled
What the days to come
Bring.
Haltingly,
It is raining.
In tune with
My heartbeat.
For the first time
In as many days
I pray
That it will pour with
A vengeance.
The earth is thirsty,
Like my soul.
For goodness.
For comfort.
Any comfort
From any arms.
I want the sky
To open up,
To quench the earth.
Maybe in the torrents
I will also find
Respite,
The cool drops
Seeping into
My bones.


Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s