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Becoming Brand New: The Storm Before the Ascension
The rain hits different these days. It doesn’t just fall—it speaks. It moves through me like a message. A cleansing. I feel change in my chest, in my throat, & in the pit of my stomach. It’s heavy. It’s real. It’s here. The old me is gone. I don’t mourn her—I honor her, then release…
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A Poem for Rainy Monday Mornings and Gentle New Beginnings
The rain kisses my bronze skin, like my lover’s plump lips when mornings begin. I look out at the wet sky, & the birds are still soaring—flying high. Reminding me that even in gloom, I must keep exploring. I must still bloom. No matter how heavy the clouds may fall— I still rise & answer…
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It’s Raining for Me Tonight
I lie in bed— watching rain pour from my window. The sky weeping the tears I can no longer cry. How beautiful—this quiet storm meant for me. The city lights glow like distant stars, but I’ve never needed sunshine to feel alive. No, I bloom in the mist like a flower. I dream of a…
