The morning chill,
Light only a whisper.
The calm after the storm,
Before the rainbow is witnessed.
Showing the color of life,
In the air.
Though we rarely see it,
It peeks through.
It persists,
because and inspite of us.
Rainbow
Published by sickybeat
I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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