I’ve traveled through countless storms,
wishing each rainfall would cease,
dreading the downpour’s catastrophic toll,
yet holding firm in purpose and poise.
The purity that bears this wreckage
is the heart within my soul.
I let the storms rage on—
an incomplete complexity of endless ruin—
waiting for calm, yearning for a center of peace,
hoping to one day be the sun that shines.
But for now, I wait for these storms to pass,
and carry on, steady on this path to healing.
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