But like rain...
I thought healing would feel like sunlight
... but like rain, my heart is soaked, though in pain.
With hopes to not be all in vain,
a longing name my soul kept seeking.
body weeping.
eyes that spoke what lips weren't speaking,
and healing felt like a silent moment in the rain.
The tears I feared became the flood that freed me,
and the silence taught me how to speak. no longer reaching for what wouldn't reach me,
just learning to withstand thunderstorms, and how to be me, freely
