I'm in bed,alone.

It's dark.

I can hear the rain outside,

I think,

but I plugged up my ears.

I must be raining on the inside,

topping up my reservoir of tears.

I wonder what these will be stored for?

If they're to be for times of joy,

let there be more!

If they're to roll over my face

as I recover from a fit of laughter

or as I find myself in a daze

pondering life, or the there-after

or as I see something that touches me so;

let them flow!

Perhaps some of them will be to share,

just because I care

what a friend is going through,

sometimes there's little else to do.

A fair few, no doubt,

will go to things that seem outside my control

as I watch reports on tv,

like wars, earthquakes, drought...

taking a massive toll

yet so little to do with me.

Some will be reserved for sneezing

yawning, coughing, wheezing,

or when there's something in my eye,

or to accompany a sigh.

And if there's a few spare

in the end

for a cry

now and again

just for me,

PLEASE, let it be!

06-07-2010 om 23:24 geschreven door Anneke