KidSpirit

Rainfall

Fear and AnxietyPoetry

I stand in a puddle staring
As my shirt and jeans get drenched.
I notice all the thoughts that wash up in the rain.
But not only those things that appear
It is my worries that wash away.
I feel them fall down my neck
And onto my back
And drip down my legs
Into the puddle
For someone else to carry.