It's Raining in Kansas City

Sitting at my computer
Looking out at the rain falling on the barren trees
The streets are cold and quiet
My heart is hot and fidgety.

Anxious thoughts afloat as my focus fights
Between my work, my dying mother, and my unrequited love
Waves of karma sweep through the room
As I sit hungover from passion and grief.

The rain freezes to the ground endangering my freedom
And battering the American flag hung across the way
But I will not sit here hostage to weather and anxiety
More slowly and cautiously, I will continue on my way.