Contentment
Dear girl in the wreckage,
Rain-
quiet, deafening
rushes of storms on sunny days.
Crowded, uncontrollable perfection.
sunbeam piercing storms
Constant, defining.
Living in the dawn; present, loud
when the downpour emerges, rushes
replaces,
standing no longer bruises
missed, final
acceptance.
Elusive but found.
This poem is about:
Me
My community