Contentment

Dear girl in the wreckage,

 

Rain-

quiet, deafening

rushes of storms on sunny days.

Crowded, uncontrollable perfection.

sunbeam piercing storms

Constant, defining.

Living in the dawn; present, loud

when the downpour emerges, rushes

replaces,

standing no longer bruises

missed, final

acceptance.

Elusive but found.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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