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Whole

The rain unearths

and heals.

How often is that the same

feeling – to be flushed out

and found whole.

 

Whatever I can wash away

in this bath,

doesn’t change the color

of my skin, of my eyes.

 

So I’ll let this rain

wash away my need to be

anything other than two halves

made whole.

40lovepoems, poetryMegan Bowser