It’s Pouring – Revisited

This is a poem that I also intended to be a song much like Promise Me You’ll Go and is very simple as a result. That said, after rereading it, I felt no need to change anything except add a final stanza to completely clarify the result of passiveness, and I think one should be added in the future to further explain the more hopeful side if one does take action.

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It’s Pouring – Revisited

 
It’s pouring outside

and I’ve still so much to learn

I’ve got nothing left to hide

just a carousel I need to burn

 

The raindrops address the page

where my tears were meant to lay

but now I’m center-stage

and everybody’s listening

 

It’s storming outside

and there’s so much I just don’t know

taking a step towards the tide

afraid to step away from my throne

 

The raindrops address the page

where my heart was meant to lay

but now I’m center-stage

and everybody’s listening

 

It’s so calm inside

all these books to read, just flip the page

my mind gently glides

a barn swallow in a sparrow’s cage

 

The raindrops address the page

where my spirit lies, in wait

but now I’m center-stage

and everybody’s listening

 

There’s nothing left inside

the ink well is dry, my hand was stayed

nothing more to confide

silence on an empty stage