Rain drops upon my window seal, rain drops that carry the winter chill. With foggy breaths that leave my lips I do whisper my sorrows as the wind whips the curls that dangle about my hips. The darkness soothes the broken pieces within as the thunder crackles and tickles my skin. What regrets and memories can I surrender to this night, so the storm’s rage can end my plight. For as the raindrops kiss my cheeks my own tears escape and I do weep. Though at what price may the burden upon the heart ease as the storm drifts away on the breeze.
Published by N.K. Sterling
A sibling and daughter to some, a friend to others. As an artist , writer, and dreamer N.K Sterling spends days crafting new creations be it in painting or jewelry making or dabbling in many creative avenues in life from music to sewing has only made Sterling more inspired to keep trying new things. Enjoying a good book by the fire, or an adventurous outing with furry friends is always a go to for this expressive soul. Writing has been a passion since the age of twelve and the associate's degree in liberal arts has only help expand this creative mind for future endeavors while currently living in the southern USA. View more posts