Searching for Peace

Rain falls gently, 

like a lover's touch. 

I envy the sound, 

although barely audible.

Pattering droplets of purity, 

on leaves erect.

Baptize me in the honesty, 

of nature's beauty.

The human condition, 

tears me apart. 

I want to paint,

in pastel watercolors.

But instead I reach only,

for thick acrylic browns.

Stepping into the light,

my hips are exposed.

My curves are crooked,

from the toll of life.

Femininity hidden, 

by my weathered soul.

My flesh cracks neglected, 

from my alienation.

Steadfast I stand,

embracing pain as my friend.

So I build a nest,

in a tangled Crown of Thorns.

And I rest my head, 

upon my desire for tranquility.