I Am Here

I stood in the rain
for hours, evaporating.
I rehearsed the words
from under my anxious fingers,
filling my heart with ink.
One can only hear
an eternal flame.
Simple, but true.
Oh, how true that is!

I continue to
have impure thoughts
with blank pages below.
Words, just words.
Voice in song
as a form of prayer.
Drowned out
by the wind.
I am here, God.
I am here.

Reviews

[Tamika]

I really like this! I like the first two lines especially! Oh and the "filling my heart with ink" line, I thought this was pretty clever. A very good poem, well done.