If I Stand in the Rain
If I stand out in the rain long enough,
I wonder if all my sins would wash away.
If the vivid crimson staining my worn hands
Would flow away in jagged streams of pale
Would soak in deep in the roots of earth
Deeper and deeper
Further and further
Away from me, Away
If I stand out in the rain long enough,
I wonder if my remorse would wash away.
If the deepened sea brimming in my head
Would tip over with a single, final, absolute drop
Would surge out in a river
Streaked with shades of darkened shadows
Gushing, departing through both opened doors,
Unebbing
No words of farewell,
No words of condolences,
No simple words of thanks for being such an accommodating host
If I stand out in the rain long enough,
I wonder if my past would wash away.
If each scar that told a meticulous tale
That would have much rather been forgotten
If each of these marks-
The bruises, the scrapes, the scars
Would disappear into a distant, alternate universe
And myself emerge cleansed, fresh
Like a young monarch from its binding cage
Yet with wings still dampened with remnants remained
If I stood out in the rain long enough that is,
But it's so cold outside alone
Aching, chilled in every fiber, every bone.
Maybe if I stand out in the rain long enough,
I hope, maybe then
Someone would reach for me-
Receive me.
And tell me that they want me
And say that I needn't stand in the rain.
That they wanted me with my stains, my seas, my scars
All of it
Please,
I'll wait
To tell me that I needn't wash them away.
But so long as the stains etch deeper
But so long as the seas keep teetering inside me
But so long as the scars are out for all to see
I'll stand out in the rain, alone
So long as that someone never comes
So long as that storm never fades
And so as long as that rain never ceases
I'll stand out in the rain, alone
Until I know- It's been long enough
I'll stand out in the rain alone.