Dancing In The Rain
by
Mary -BrytEyz- Ball
(Age: 39)
copyright 05-02-2005
Age Rating: 13 to 127
Chained by the way society thinks
Caged by their viewpoints and fears
Forbidden to express my sadness
Forced to hide it through the years
Dreaming my freedom of expression
Wanting only to grieve in peace
Hoping someday something will change
And provide an avenue of release
Imagine my surprise when I saw
The clouds rolling in like soldiers
As an army coming to my rescue
If only for a momentary sojourn
Controlling the present with force
Reshaping the future with freedom
Ruling the possibilities in my mind
Loosing visions where 'ere I may lead 'em
They fight for my right to grieve
Let me openly cry for injustices passed
Blurring rain with remnants of memories
Dripping forth from my eyes at last
Reigning with a downpour of sympathy
Hailing a cab in time for my escape
Loosing the bonds of my turmoil
Leaving the future for me to reshape
Exercising with a forbidden dance
Exorcising all the demons within
No longer ashamed for being a victim
Releasing my anger and hatred for him
Let the Nazi-like, self righteous just be
Ignore the way they attempted to gas me
With the suffocating air of expentancy
Wanting to march presumptions past me
With pride I shout at the sky and
In tears, remember a star crossed past
Joyful in my open sadness and sorrow
Hidden in the shadows his vacancy's cast
They fight for my right to grieve
Let me openly cry for injustices passed
Blurring rain with remnants of memories
Dripping forth from my eyes at last
With nothing in my hands or on my back
With nothing in my future or in my heart
At least I've the freedom to be
And play with honest intensity - my part
I tip my hat to the heavenly hosts
And quietly thank the soldiers that fought
Freeing my orbs to wring themselves out
Allowing my eyes to do what they ought
I dance in the rain and splash around
Kicking with force the puddles there
While the droplets drip on my face
Drench my body and soaking my hair
Paths of rain and tears entwined on my face
I gracefully dance at last content
Free to mourn the one that got away
No longer forbidden to lament
They fight for my right to grieve
Let me openly cry for injustices passed
Blurring rain with remnants of memories
Dripping forth from my eyes at last
(Inspired by Michelle Achmann's poem STORMY WEATHER at http://www.prose-n-poetry.com/display_work/9768)
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Thank you for sending me to read this...As someone who respects nature in most of her forms, I can attest first hand that nothing gives you a wilder sense of freedom than standing/dancing out in a rainstorm as the wind rises and the rain cascades around you. You feel the inhibitions of societal pressure being blown away by that wind and a natural exuberance arises and sets you free to let all your emotions off the leash. Standing in a rainstorm and releasing grief or joy is an emotional cartharsis everyone should experience.
David, you know... I just KNEW you'd be the one to read in between the lines. You are correct...there is much more than meets the eye in this one. :-)
I'm glad you enjoyed it, and more importantly... I'm glad it caused you to pause and think, and to read it more than one time through.
And Anthony, as always... you are correct and I couldn't agree with you more. Part of grief is being allowed to grieve and cry. And when you're not allowed to do that... it will resurface another day, another way. It feels so good to eventually cry and let it out... it feels... free!
Sometimes we hide behind our happy mask and when it rains... well, it's the perfect time to let out some of those pent up tears. We can then do so without fear of pity.
And finally, Michelle, thank you for your kind comments. The images your poem brought to my mind were deep and intense. I could not even watch TV or sleep for the vivid pictures that wouldn't leave me. Therefore, I did the only thing I know how to do... I wrote them out of my system. :-) Thank YOU for the inspiration. :-)
This is an amazing poem!!! I'm so honored that you wrote this after reading my poem that I wrote so long ago. I loved the imagery and the way everything flowed together in perfect harmony. It's utterly amazing. Congratulations on doing such a wonderful job!
We tend to burden ourselves with our past. When we are not in control of what is gone. Tomarrow is all we can plan for and it is the future that will tell the story of who we were! Thanks, Anthony
Freedom....it is breathtaking to one who has never experienced it, whether it is physical freedom or freedom of the mind or freedom of emotions or expression. This is a very deep write, one that I may have to read a few times to try to absorb.
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