To Weather the Storm
Tears merging with heavy raindrops
As I walk amongst the raucous patter
Drenched under the blanket of dusk
My umbrella swinging from my wrist
Unable to shelter me from this blistering pain
My fingers, wrinkled and pruned
Holding the remnants of a saturated letter
It was over, it was done
Cast in smeared purple ink
I let the envelope float to the ground
Staring at my reflection in the slick road
Wondering who was looking back at me
The girl who had everything, yet remained incomplete
Would need to become the girl that weathered the storm
July 12, 2021
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