Bows of Rain

colored bridges

By Jess SPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

bows of rain, painted

by the sky, sculptured and carved

by earth's chemistry

One day I will be myself again,

and this darkness might come to an end,

and all doubt will cease,

and all strength will rise.

One day my tainted memories will be left behind,

and I will be able to see the world through a clear lens.

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