And here,
in this fresh start,
like water sinking around me
I find myself quietening.
In the stillness of this newness
I grasp at words others wouldn't understand
and discover
maybe
who I was
wasn't as bad as who I imagined I was.
But now, it's too late,
i'm here
and the rest is gone.
Gone like broken umbrellas left in bins.
How I wish I could feel the rain.
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