by mandaceehb

The crisp grass is too green

The cornflower sky too blue

For my wounded soul

Days of seeing in black and gray

Have changed my mind

Eyes unaccustomed to the colours of life


The air is too fresh

And the flowers too sweet

For my lungs

Filled with the musty air of lost hope

And fatigue

Long forgotten and weak


The rain it bears down on me

Light, refreshing, tender

The gentle caress of water unnerving to my skin

Subjected to savage torrents 

That fall from the sky

They leave scars behind every time


But the healing touch of water

Washes away my battle scars

It breaks down the veil before my eyes

And lets my new view take me by surprise