as it turns out,
there will be evenings when you can stand the sight of yourself
for the first time in years, maybe
that gray cast in your eyes will plume into an April shower
and petrichor will fill your lungs when you glance at the mirror
so don't worry
when lightning burns your hair and thunder claps
its hands over your ears too hard, because
we are all just water vapor waiting
to burst into rainfall
and relax
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