Courtney's Tears Of The Sky

It all began with a tear from the sky,
Mirrorinmg the face of a mother
Who gave up her child.
The tears rained and the thunder sobbed,
Droplets drip, drip, dripped down
In decaying chords of desperation.

Memories were created, collected, carried away.
A streambed filled,
Flowing slow, slow, slowly,
it drifted away like clouds on an autumn morning,
Wounded with wonders as it wound around the world.

A current pulled and pushed,
Creating a wave of conformity in life's direction.
A youthful being followed, for she knew not of objection.
Debris, sediment, and lies clung to her body,
But still the youth complied.

The sun shown down with rain in absence,
But in the presence of light the youth struggles.
Rapids crash over bodies of the lost.
The water erodes the lies, leaving her bare, exposed,
As a person she cannot accept.
Desperately she tries to go back, return to the calm.

Beyond a bleak horizon lay the cliffs of corrosion,
The next leap in the youth's journey,
Or maybe her next fall.
Her fight will end, her battle won,
She will cascade to rock bottom,
Tossed back into the sedate for which she yearned.
The search for her origin will close.

But still, as she resides in the calm, growing and maturing,
No longer a youth but a young woman, she must fill a chasm,
Heal the lacerations of loneliness and questions,
And remember that she was not forgotten.
It will all end with a tear from the sky,
Mirroring the face of a mother
Reunited with the daughter she lost.

This poem is dedicated to my birth mother, Courtney.
Courtney, I love you, and I will find you...