6/30/2020 when the world singsthe sky sang for me that day.
not with a song, but with monstrous clouds of heavy blue sending hope disguised as rain to fall around me. it was a ceremony for me, cleansing, healing, reassuring. Mother Nature knows i'll forever be baptized in your name, but she tried nevertheless. she would want me to be like the rain and learn to bring forth my own light after the storm. she came to bring me back to her, back to this haven for healing she created for me. I need growth, and even if the rain makes my sprouting effortless, when the sun comes in and burns my skin, I’ll be seeing that hidden hope through the beams. Comments are closed.
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