After The Storm © Lyn Crain
The torrents of raindrops flee
randomly down the street
into the gutters that
take them to peaceful streams.
If only I had a place
like that of my own, too!
I’m tired of being just Mom
and fulfilling their oblivious dreams.
I want to flirt with fire in a bright red dress.
I want to kick all those dust balls aside.
I need to dance outside these confined lines,
not live in these lies of tight seams!
I envy the storm.
It does what it wants
and flows to places, I long to see
without all the angry and tireless screams!