Blurred Vision

The window is smeary the vision is blurred, things out there look so absurd
It wasnt like that awhile ago, life was so sweet but it's as though the last shower bought a horrible blow.

Although things do look cleaner, its a nice shiny look, in fact I almost prefer that, apart from the what the mess took.

I have no idea what happened, I saw nothing coming, the weather was unexpected and hit like a storm.

The damage has been done, the feelings are hurt, it might take a while for the next growth spurt.

But life carries on, Im alive on this planet, but why does all this happen to me damn it.

Is there poo on my beard, am I to blame, do others have problems seeing in the rain. I suppose it falls on the good and the bad, butI hate the wet, it scares me to death and it seems to always bring me regret.

I sux at weathering the storm, but maybe, just maybe courage needs to be born, to look the storm right in the eye, stand up and be counted, be prepared to die.

Cos if it aint fighting for, its worth nothing at all, so give it your best shot, even if its down to a crawl. At least you are moving, and not going back cos then it cant be said, it's courage you lack.

Although it is dark now, the morning will come, and then you will wonder what made you so glum.

(c) Ruth Ellen Pirini November 2004