By: Wendy Shywalker

" Can't take the rain anymore "
It is so peaceful when I enter,
you serenity flows from everything I see.
Everything is you and like the warmth from the candles,
it washes over me and for a moment I feel peace.
But only a moment, as it slides off the skin of self doubt I now wear.
I want it to stop, these needles of pain, a needle for
each hurt that was caused by me or done to me.
They pierce my skin an agony at a time,
a torture I can no longer endure.
I want it to stop, Pop, I need it to stop.
You are so sure of everything you do,
no questions, no doubts.
Are you sure you have the right son,
for questions and doubts are all I am.
Are you Disappointed?
I did not turn out the way you expected,
a man that carries a badge and a gun.
I feel you disquiet, the imbalance my life brings to yours.
I disturb your calm.
I agonize over your opinion of me,
a son always wants his father to be proud.
But how can you be proud and stay true to what you are?
I have killed to protect.
I have killed to serve.
I have killed to survive.
I have killed.