washing away the old hurt.
We can start anew.
Maybe I can grow
into something different;
it won't be easy.
But here's to a start.
Where prayers are prayed, and new
thoughts can be thought; taught.
I will learn from me.
I can appreciate me.
I can become me.
Whoever me is.
Ever evolving, ever
changing, ever new.
Take this hurtful soul.
Churn it, love it, grieve with it.
It is who it is.
The rain has lightened,
and so will my soul, my thoughts.
Clouds have not parted.
But it won't be dark forever.
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