I chose to close my eyes to the rain
teaching my skin how to
greet and embrace the cold
my ear strained to hear
your voice in the
musical splatter.
When the thrashing storm got fatigued
from tossing me about
my spirit was held still
caged in bruised palms
tears brimmed at the sight of victory
when I stood up for my name
“It takes precious
to know precious”,you said
and I believed you.

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