stained by rain
i find myself fierce.
night sky
was all i had left of you
and if the moon and stars
hide from me
i am perfectly untethered,
feral, snarling in grief
at occluded sky.
it does not feel like freedom.
certainly, i could dance
or run or find the velvet lining
of a dream in which
i might learn to fly–
how might that feel to rub my skin
against the nap of night?
i do not care enough
to wonder or move,
but find my response is to
freeze, tilt my face up,
bare my teeth to the rain
and then fall back, stained
darker with wet in darkness.
tame, i whimper,
a star, a star.
please,
my heart.
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Posted as part of the WordPress daily prompt. https://dailypost.wordpress.com/2017/04/06/denial/
momaste 
The more I read this piece the more I find my heart aching. I see the strength & proven stance, but oh wow, I see the ache. Beautiful piece.
Thank you my dear. Xoxo.