i am full of them
they come pouring out
like droplets of rain
slow and steady
and then all at once
a downpour
the torrent
the rolling storm
and then suddenly
a kindness holds my hand
someone that did not
see me
then decide to turn away
and i am silenced
and the clouds are clearing
and even when they start
to rage
my friend remains
and i am
acutely aware
of being quite
speechless in my
blessed state
it helps
it sustains
it is not easy to believe
or know what will stay
but it makes me
smile, anyway
les’nspired
