Unbreakable Ties

I stare at the rain drops on my window, the simplicity of them and the delicate patterns they make, these use to be the days that my heart couldn't take. I felt the sky knew I needed to cry, and when it all washed away it insisted I give it another try. Now today as I listen to the softness of those falling drops, I breathe easier, I smile more. I take in the sights of the old being washed away, I inhale the sweet smells of promises of new days.    

                                       And today I write...again.

This use to be my favorite past time, a cluster of words strung together by rhyme. Feelings scribbled down on paper, from a head full thoughts, expressing emotions...alot of distraught. Poetry had broken my heart some time ago, and I needed to step away, needed to become stronger to come back another day. Now as I look out the window and watch the skies cry, I am reminded that poetry and myself ,we have unbreakable ties.