Is It Enough To Pray For Rain? Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

My last strand of straw has been laid,
My last piece of thread has been frayed,
And everything falls, like glass pricks
As I sink low and defeat sticks.

And I wonder how I’ve fallen.
I’ve been callin’…callin’…callin’…
But no words from you reach my ear.
And it DOES sear, my greatest fear.

And what’s more; your exquisite pain.
So much hurt that I pray for rain.
To chill the flame, douse the fire—
The way to stop this desire.

But the wild blaze spreads like venom,
Igniting veins so I am numb,
It’s the best to build tolerance,
But your dose puts me in a trance.

And your presence is slightly much.
It’s slightly too much, you’re my crutch.
And those faint eyes make me dizzy
While my heart gets dazed and fizzy.

See the impact you make on me?
Will it do to fill me with glee?
Please say this is what you’re feeling
See as you send my soul reeling.

Can’t you hear my heart singing love?
Like the tune from a lonesome dove?
Such a risk to speak of bold words,
But less so in the talk of birds.

And – what if I’m willing to risk?
To give in so easy – some tisk.
But you might be my true Healing.
See, my heart is (again) feeling.