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Stormy Spaces

I sometimes visualize life

as the spaces between raindrops

that we often overlook

in our haste to get out of the rain.

Space is eternal,

infinitesimal opportunity in its existence.

We forget to realize

that storms cleanse our inner lens

so that the sunlight in our future

shines more brilliantly.


Written 19 January 2019


Curating Personal Year 9. Wife and mom of 3. Writer. Zentrovert. Aspiring Engineer. Resident Badass.

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