Jacqueline’s Junque
As dark storm clouds appear
On the horizon in her sky,
She needs not an umbrella
For this is her chance to cry.
She steps out on the sidewalk
Cold cement under her toes
Wind blowing through her hair
Raindrops dripping on her nose.
She lifts her head to the heavens
Letting the rain kiss her face
It mingles with warm teardrops
Which now cant leave a trace.
She cries for days gone by
That helped her heart to grow
Dreams unfulfilled, & lovers lost,
People gone she used to know.
The anger and the bitterness
She sees in others eyes
Their greed, their pain, their lonliness
Lost trust and faith and lies.
And no one is any wiser
That her walk out in the night
Is to empty out her spirit
Before the morning light.
Once void of all emotions
She finds her way back home
In silence she will enter
Where she is not alone.
For in her stormy solitude
Theres no need to explain,
What causes her the teardrops
She keeps hidden in the rain.
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