Rain on the windshield
runs down her cheeks, the wipers
clearing her vision.
—-
They’re healing , stealing,
Feeling, reeling from the grip
that keeps slipping off.
—
Just stay calm and breathe.
It’s already been written
so just let Him work.
About the Creator
Colleen Walters
i’m just a girl in Florida who likes to write things, usually inspired by events and people in my life..Always be you, because you are awesome-
When I grow up, I want to be a kid again.
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Nice.
Love this poem
Very beautifully moving.