Under the brave yet barren tree.
It rained heavily this afternoon.
Just like the cold showers yesterday.
It was quiet as it dawned upon me.
That I was so very mistaken.
Everyone saw through my wall.
The strong facade that made me weak.
Like a fragile dainty stained glass.
My ego, desires covered me.
Like an umbrella from the rain.
The rain that flows into the ocean.
Under the brave and barren tree.
The moonbeams shines through the glass.
The umbrella folds down slowly.
The branches like arms hold me close.
Takes me home.