rainy day questions

i’m hibernating in his bed

the one we used to share

as he attends to his

matters of the heart

there’s someplace

i’d rather be but

the winds of fate

are blowing away

my chances

the fire in my heart

is burning the red flags

at least this soap opera

makes me prolific

as i carry the cross

and wait for

my forty lashes

my beliefs are challenged

my priorities not straight

as i watch the rain

dampen the flames

that burned so brightly

in the springtime

of my life

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