Dark and wet

These memories we hold

Will forever be apart of us

These relations we mold

Will become a part of us

For we've known each other shortly

These, yes these events

Are the Universe's gentle hands coming down

In times of peace, of softness

With raindrops splashing on our face

To erode and shape us to the core

To be the people we were always meant to be. 

This poem is about: 
My family


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741