Sonnet I

Sometimes I find myself caught in the rain

When tempests are raging all around me

And I get so blinded by the cold pain

That the truth becomes something I can’t see

And it rips and it tears me up inside

That I cannot chase off the rain with wind

And each tries to push the other aside

And they bring more unrest unto my mind

I feel the wind in my hair, beauty there

But I can’t seem to find it in my heart

Yet I hold fast, cause I know I can bear

And can set the truth and passions apart

For the wind and truth are what I embrace

As the rain pours down, chilling my red face

IDOMAD, August 2009