My vulnerable insanity

Verses run through my head
walking home,
up the hill in the dark.
A drop hits my eye
and I feel like crying.
Lightning flashes
and I know that I am nature;
God is there;
I am God.
And the tears flow,
and I keep walking,
when all I want to do is lay on the sidewalk;
And feel the rain.
Let the tears come.
Feel.
Let myself be weak,
and fall.
And I keep walking,
and I keep crying,
and I don't really know why.
I don't put up my umbrella.
I sit on the step of my house,
in the rain
before I enter to a cat running,
running.
Running to
meet me.
And I smile,
thank her for loving me,
before I cry some more.
And thunder echoes someplace...
and I cry no more.

by Kathleen Moll

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