Amid the Rain

. . .

Amid the Rain

Amid the rain
I stand in pain,
Claiming who I am.

In my world
Judgment swirls;
A place to light my wrath.

Waves of time,
Have shocked my mind,
To pride the man I am.

The gage of rage
In my cage;
God empowers me
To command.

In great chorus,
The caged bird roars free.
On the bird's wings
I fly from the pain

Knowing in vain,
Pain's mastery of me.

Now wouldn't you know
As the clock's circle goes,
Each morning that bird
Flies back to it's cage,

And me.

SHEA

The might of the word...is YOURS!

"POETRY SHELF"