Written 22 days before my D-Day…the day the thieves finally stole both my thoughts and my ability to organize them.
It rained for 34 years
A constant drizzle of dampness which permeated the soul
and dampened the spirit’s birth-right of light
knowing nothing otherwise
her soul and body adapt
figuring into a semi-fish like thing.
when she was submerged in water, she forgot the rain
and it was a kind of grateful joy.
She could see others in the sunlight- their sunlight
And she longed to join them, stand next to them long enough
To warm her wet scaly skin just a bit
But she knew.
She knew joining their sun would put out the light and warmth they loved so much.
So she learned to love
She couldn’t know envy or wish the light for herself.
It being something different for her
Just not a part of her world.
The only argument for community she had was a falseness –
Her gift to pretend she didn’t rain.
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