The weather
Your only comfortable topic of conversation
I was resentful
But I didn't understand
Beyond the narrow religious platitudes that rule your life
There is nothing there
You live in an emptiness
That spans the time between life and death
You live
To die
The promise of forever is your lifetime hope
But in that hope
You are missing life
Within the gray uncertainties
And the messy mistakes
And my life outside your lines
I have found something more than hope
My life has color
Texture
Flavor
It is oh so deep and wonderful
You don't have that
Our conversations are shallow
Because your life is so shallow
An endless devotion
To the time when it is no more
I am no longer resentful
But I am sad
Though you may talk about the sunshine
You never really feel its warmth
For me
I choose to run in the rain
About the Creator
Karen LaRue
I am Karen LaRue (She/Her) a North Carolina writer of poetry and witchy things of most sorts. I belive life is full of wonder and we don't always stop to see it. Taking the time to look and listen makes life worth living!
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