She grew up in the sunshine
She grew up feeling a warm breeze
-I grew up in the dark
-I grew up in the shadow
Thunder was always scared of her
The sky was always on her side
-Thunder was something I learnt to deal with
-The sky was unwritten
-The sky was undetermined
Never was she forced into the rain
The clouds constantly watched her
-Never was I cared for
-Never did the clouds pay me any attention
One day
Curiosity itself
pushed her in the rain
The water penetrated her
Like a pencil making it’s mark on paper
-Like any other day
-I went through hell in high water
Agony ripped it’s way into her body
She thought she had no chance
More importantly-
She thought she had no choice
-I thought this was how every one had to live
-I never cared enough
-to try to find help
-I went in alone—what choice did I have?
But she did
-So I did
And she stayed
As unbearable as it was
-And I got through it
-Like I knew I would have to
She thought she would make it through
The storm was almost over
-After it was over
-I knew it could only get better
Too long had she been protected
Too long had she waited to try
Too long had she cheated life
-Too long had I suffered the pain
-Too long had I neglected myself
-To let the rain take me
And
Too late was it for her to see
Her way out of the storm
-And
-Too late was it for me to see
-My way out of the storm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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