Rainstorms and I

In the wall-sized mirror

Soaked leather boots

And a sweater on

I gazed into my own eyes

 

My hair drenched;

Looked like the rain

Through the long journey

From the clouds to the surface

Had found home

 

My sweater off

I  saw my scars, so deep

Seemed like the lightning

Of long suppressed anger

Had chose to strike

On my skin

 

In the wall-sized mirror

I gazed into my own eyes

I stood straight while I said:

I am the person

I have always wanted to be

And there are diamonds

Sparkling amongst my curls

 

If you gaze long enough

You would see

My skin glittering around my scars

And after rainstorms

The rainbow flares in my eyes

© 2013 ALIA SULTAN

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