Odd Thoughts: A Collection of Quick Reads

Jewelry

The ground is now damp with rain.

Little Droplets falling from the sky once blue.

The water catches light, shimmering like jewels.

I can't help the calm that wells in my heart.

I drop my hand into the downpour, eyes fixed on the grey sky made from dark clouds.

The hungry liquid cleans my palm soaked in red.

I pulled my hand now soaked against my chest and look in a mirror, my lips stained sinfully red.

The weddings meant for today might be drowned out by the rain,

But the thought of commitment loomed over me like bitter, fearful clouds.

The man I may have loved once, eyes the most brilliant blue,

His tongue smooth like silver, had then captured my heart.

That same heart broken when he fled with instead my jewels.

Old pearls and rubies on chains, my mother's jewels.

She always picked rubies because of how much she loved red.

I'm sorry again mom, for the man who stole my heart,

And stole your precious gems, one like this, cloaked in rain.

I still miss the hole he left where my passion once slept, my emotions now left to be lonesome and blue.

His thievery lingers with me, my heart gone, my reminders of you, hanging over me, like a storm clouds.