Member Poem

When the rains came, mama,
I watched the wildflowers
bow their heads in mourning.

The blue birds folded in their wings
and the doves did not sing.

The willows wept in quiet solitude
and the wind went still.

The grass hushed their whispered poetry
and the world turned slower for it,

heavier for the sorrow
that bled in torrents from the sky.

I outstretched my palms
to catch the falling tears,

to share in the despair
that blanketed the world
and seeped into my clothes,

I shivered from how cold
and lonely it all felt.

I opened my mouth
and tasted it on my tongue,

and I let go, mama,
I let go.

I left my sorrow with the rain
and all the broken things

and opened myself to the healing.