At first the words fell from her lips
as nearly imperceptible drops,
as if from a falsely rumored rain
Then a quickening pitter-patter as rain did indeed pierce the clouds
and words formed sentences,
formed paragraphs,
formed poetry and prose
She continued unfolding her story aloud,
as she could no longer choke back the words
In a voice unrecognizable from lack of use
they poured out
as did the tears streaming down her face
till the words, rain, tears became indistinguishable
and the deluge was permissible
as only the trees bore witness
~Melanie Thomason
Wordifull 
This is a beautifully written slice of melancholic introspection – and how we weep for our true voices to be heard. A very moving poem, Melanie.
Thank you so much, Chris. I am long overdue to come read some of your beautiful work. I’ll pop by soon.
Thank you! Hope you find something that you enjoy!
Melanie…never, ever, doubt what you are…a POET through and through. This is wonderful, difficult to take. A poem of release, growth and awakening.
Thank you, truly. I do lose myself at times so it’s nice to hear. Glad you enjoyed my work.