Cleansing Rain

Cleansing rain, won't you come

And wash away what she's become.

Heal her mind and sing to her

That peaceful song, a steady hum.

Cleansing rain, a long white dress.

She dances in the morning mess,

Her mind is free from misery

As ravens fly from their nest.

Cleansing rain, the pitter patter.

Former days have bred the latter,

Healing comes not a moment soon

For she's been bruised by bitter batter.

Cleansing rain peppers her mind

With hope and love, rhythm and rhyme.

She's free at last from loneliness

And all those things which kept her blind.

Cleansing rain from God above

Can fill an empty heart with love.

Once bruised and bound by broken wings,

Now she'll soar among the dove.

-A poem for the abused

[fauxartist]

thank you for that..... it's a beautiful poem, And I want to tell you that it is exactly what I needed to hear right now..... holidays are not good memories for me..... so it's a tough time of year......

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I'm sorry. They're rough for me, too.

[Robinrenae]

I felt that all the way in my soul. ❤

Thank you dude..

[Lostgypsysoul]

Ohh THIS!! THANK YOU

[Hidden]

Most welcome.