Depression · Hope · Mental Health · Spirituality

Summer’s Rain | Poems that Suck

I lift my face skyward so the rain
can wash over me, kissing
my brow, soothing the
delicate flesh
beneath my 
eyes,
caressing
my weary mouth.
And for a moment, as
fleeting as a heartbeat
I feel perfect in my
brokenness.

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 )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google 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 )

Connecting to %s