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Rather than dramatize a ho-hum event, I've put it to poem. However, it is still quite dramatic. Take it as you will. :)
A quiet
stillness fills her heart
As through the
rain they drive,
The world around
her swirling
Ever vibrant and
alive
The words lay
frozen in her soul,
Though seeking
for release
Wishing for the
open air
So all may be at
peace.
The time’s not
come and so must she,
With tight and
baited breath
Move along and
look not back,
And put all hope
to death.
A journey out
under the drops
That cool and
ease her fears,
While she with
ever fix-ed gaze,
Finds solace in
her tears
A bag of
groceries in each hand
She strolls
without a word,
Not trusting
speech or counsel
Now that all the
lines are blurred
Between all that
of which she knows -
All logic and
all sense,
And all of that
which she deserves -
No chance of
recompense
A parting word,
then out again
Into the dreary
eve,
Not homeward
bound, but moving on
Needing solace
and reprieve
The mud and rain
soak through her shoes
And yet, she’s
not distraught
For though she
freezes more and more
She’s lost
within her thoughts
The weather all
around reflects
The conflict in
her soul
She wrestles
with the elements
To clearly see
her goal
Alas the rain
proves far too thick
The wind too
great to fight
So she must now
with calm resolve
Forget about her
plight
And try to find
that peace of mind
That she longs
ever for
While building
up the fallen walls
And locking up
the door
So as she enters
home at last,
Soaked through,
though safe and sound
Her heart is
finally closed again
Quite hidden and
quite bound
A shower quickly
warms her bones,
And make-up
hides her grief
While always
does the Mighty Lord
Alone, bring her
relief.
And sleep, which
buries sorrow so
Creeps soft into
her mind
The doors are locked, the walls quite strong
And now comes He
to slip along
And fill her
dreams with endless song
Her will to Him
confined
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