The Begining

The first tear falls,

from long brimming eyes.

This worn, tired soul,

finaly cries.

The ice begins to melt,

as her heart thaws,

it breaks.

See a future,

thru her eyes.

A past filled with lies.

Without an umbrella,

to sheild her from rain.

No handsome hero,

to take her pain.

Far too many wasted years.

Safer now,

she cries those tears.

A new begining,

A place to start.

A life time to mend

her broken heart.

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J-9THXCIV's picture

Short lines and rhymes that

Short lines and rhymes that strike the reader as delicate chimes make this poem very impressive, Rae.


J-9thxciv [ J 9th 94 ]

indigo_kid007's picture

very very good! love the rhyme scheme and everything else! :D


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kerry's picture

I think this is one of your very best poems.