You try to tell me time and time again
That sun will always follow on from rain.
You try and try with patience to explain
That sun will not protect from further pain.
You know
That somewhere in between the two
is where I need to live.
Where the rainbows are.
But when the rain is pouring
I can’t help
But brace and run and flee
And save myself.
And when the sun is shining
All I know
Is how to squirrel up the bails
Just so.
Ready for later
Barricades up
Survival guaranteed
In case.
This
Tired
Old
Wise
Beleaguered body
Has habits lived and lived and hard to break.
And yet
So desperate, now, to break them
Needs another way.
Another map
Another path
Towards the crock of gold.
You try to tell me time and time again
That sun will always follow on from rain.
You try and try with patience to explain
That sun will not protect from further pain.
You know
That somewhere in between the two
is where I need to live.
Where the rainbows are.
lenabellina 