Mon, 05/09/2016 - 22:37 -- lizann

everything i write lately has been nothing but pain

but i fail to notice all the flowers

growing from the rain

i see the storm 

not the cleanse

i see a new beginning 

as the end

but today i feel better

maybe not for long

today i am a flower

in my storm thundering strong

and i must grow

as the rain allows 


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