Rainy Days..

I can't write happy poems on rainy days

I can write about the birds singing

Or a red cardinal shinning bright when inside I feel turmoil and plight

If to you that's not alright

Then look away

Cast stones and label me a leper like in the biblical days

I ask if its freedom of expression you want

Or hallmark cards to brighten your days

Something that makes one reflect and maybe change their ways

Or if someone's beliefs are different, do you long to cast a hateful gaze.

I never mean to offend when words hit a page

But how can we expect change

If our words are not allowed to shock and phase

The only solace I find is that I don't write poetry for praise

Instead therapeutic expression and my own reflective lessons is what I hope to attain

When these poems flow from my brain