Noisy raindrops splash down on the heavy green waxed umbrella.
My father carries me in his arms,
High above the drenched path.
He holds me tight,
He keeps me safe.
From my vantage point I see a colourful world:
Umbrellas in a multitude of rainbows hurry past me,
My head turning eagerly towards the nearest one.
Amidst this adventure, my father calls out to me,
He’s waiting to pop a few more Smarties into my mouth.
His eyes smile back at my grin.
How I wish I could travel back in time to that afternoon.
So much has changed between then and now.
He can no longer carry me;
But I mustn’t forget,
He still holds me tight,
And he still keeps me safe.
This is my time to pause,
To close my eyes,
To sit in silence amongst these stones,
And forget all that’s false.
This is my time to breathe,
To forgive my every sin,
To fill my heart with love,
And sway gently with the trees.
Let me abandon tomorrow’s worry,
Let my mind be relaxed,
Let me float up to the stars,
Let me wipe away my tracks.
Let the dark night engulf me,
Let every sorrow disappear,
Let my mind be set free,
Let me banish every fear.
the sun came up shining today, even though I didn’t want it to.
I kept my windows shut and pulled the blanket over my eyes, but the warm scent of coffee drifted in anyway.
my neightbours’ children were playing noisily — some new toy had caught their attention, much to their mother’s amusement,
but not mine.
I just wanted the world to stop revolving, and let me off this ride.
but it wasn’t going to happen.
the world continued spinning, taking me on a round trip into tomorrow.
somewhere the sun was still shining, and it wasn’t bothered about self-pity or worse.
the world just has a job to do.
There are screams travelling across rooftops tonight,
Making their way to my ears and yours.
Screams emanating from a fire that burns within a soul so wounded and torn.
Do I shut my eyes to the noise and pretend I hear nothing?
Somewhere, someone is in pain.
Another minute goes by.
I turn to look at you and I know you hear it, too.
The screams grow louder.
Why do we pause?
Are we so absent from life?
I remember that time we argued.
Our voices shrill with anger,
Our hatred boiling over.
To your cries or mine.
The screams grow fainter.
It was no use trying.