It’s raining in June
After having been ninety-five degrees
A week ago.
The weather
is reflecting my twenties,
Back at me,
Angry,
Sad,
Afraid,
Powerful,
Persistent embers
Hopeful.
So that I remember,
So that I don’t shed it behind me.
The darkness comes,
Like the rain,
The cold and snow,
And the darkness goes,
In the nature of life.
And one without the other,
Is hallow.
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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