The Daughter Of Misery And Rain Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

She was the daughter of misery and rain.
He was the son of abandonment and rust.
Together, they gave birth to heartache and pain.
Now, they lay quietly sleeping with the dust.

I rose from the ashes like a question mark
at the close of a sentence of endless woe
and dared to glimmer in the gathering dark
as a beacon of light for the ones below.

I am a flower rooted deep in the soil
arching my back against a defiant sky
and strive to survive within this mortal coil
with water-spun clouds in the back of my eye.

Luna washes me clean with shimmering light.
The song in her voice carries hints of the seas;
and her hollow of sky bejewels the night
by glittering over her temple of trees.

I am cornered by time on the dagger’s edge,
clutching the silence on a slippery slope,
slicing open my soul and bearing this pledge:
“May the ensanguined past pierce my eyes with hope! ”

I am the daughter of misery and rain.
I am the child of abandonment and rust;
and I have tasted both the heartache and pain
when all that remains are the shadows and dust.