Puddles of poetry
collect in the
palms of my hands.
Pain rains from eyes,
releasing regret onto
this once dry land.
Liquid language
forms on the tip
of my tongue.
The relief is a
cloth drying eyes
no longer stung.
Mirrored muse
removes feelings
of being distraught.
Lakes accumulate
on page revealing
deepest thoughts.
Rewrite 2012
Puddles of poetry
collect in the
palms of my hands.
Pain rains from eyes,
releasing regret onto
this once-dry land.
Liquid language
forms on the tip
of my tongue.
The relief is a cloth
drying eyes
no longer stung.
Mirrored muse
wipes away feelings
of being distorted.
Lakes accumulate
on page revealing
deepest thoughts.