Pattering down the raindrops fall
Streaming down the teardrops fall
Memories turn back time.
I am a child oh so tiny
Barely ten years, nose still runny
Bottling a vintage of sorts.
Anger, neglect, failed attempts to be shielded from drama,
Create an elixir for childhood trauma
In a cellar to be forgotten and age.
A decade later sitting outside
Thoughts rushing in at high tide
I pull the wine from the cellar
Pop the cork
(I expected much more torque)
Memories and tears begin to flow
Face to the sky my tears mix with the southern rain
Washing away the sorrow and pain
I smile as the bottle shatters at my feet