Contentment

This feeling

Is foreign

But welcome

All the same

It's strange 

To feel it

Bubbling up

To the surface

Coloring your soul

With its cheerful hue

Splashing my mind

With confidence

And something new

High contrast

Like black and white

Compared to before

This amazing sight

Dark clouds 

And bitter rain

Messy stitches 

Washed away

In a flood

Of peace

With myself

Resonating

Throughout

Brimming with power

A newfound trust

established

And strong

Life seems brighter

The world 

Less dark

Clouds split apart

And blinding

Sunshine

Streams through

But while

It's different

And unfamiliar

Weird and alien

The least to say

I welcome it

And ask hesitantly

If it can possibly 

Stay.

This poem is about: 
Me

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