I'm sitting listening to the thunder
In this house that is slowly shedding ghosts
........and becoming mine.
No longer 'ours' but mine
Tears bring the exorcist
........but I am afraid
They will wash away the memories.
These memories can no longer hold me
Touch my hand and keep me warm
The 'wind beneath my wings' is gone.*
I remember mother telling me I wouldn't melt
When I was little I came to believe her
Now I think she's wrong.
The rain and tears are washing from me
........the things that make me strong.
By WoodsWoman 7/27/2009
* “The Wind Beneath My Wings” by Larry Henley