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| Poem and Image by Martha Di Giovanni |
Tread softly, for I am a sad girl in the rain,
With umbrella in hand but tears flowing unrestrained.
Melancholic gusts whip through my fragile frame,
As the storm echoes the tempest within, unnamed.
In the rhythm of the droplets upon my little shelter,
I find solace in failure, my constant companion's laughter.
For what is success if not a fleeting illusion?
A masquerade that leaves me stripped of absolution.
Slamming thoughts collide, thunderous in their despair,
As I dare to hold my ground amid this drenched affair.
The downpour echoes frustration, a relentless stream,
But still, I stand resiliently, reaching deep to glean.
For beneath this soaked exterior lies resilience untamed,
A fierce defiance that failure cannot claim.
I am an entity undefined by successes undone,
Embracing imperfection under the rain-soaked sun.
So let the rain cleanse me of societal demands and ideals,
As it baptizes my soul in authenticity's appeal.
For being yourself is a struggle against conformity's tide,
But I shall dance in this rain, unapologetically open wide.
And when this storm subsides, leaving trails of wet decay,
I will emerge stronger and wiser from this watery ballet.
A sad girl no more, but a warrior who knows her worth,
The rain has washed away illusions; now she walks upon earth.
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