I wrote this poem last month, when feeling quite low, but didn't share it. I was reminded of it today sitting looking out of my living room window at the strange mixture of grey clouds and sunshine, and then a rainbow appeared...
Some days there is a shift
in the quality of light;
A fragile ray of hope
Cutting through the oppressive grey
The overwhelming damp
Transforms into sparkling drops
And rising up
From its unknowable source
An arc of crimson, teal and violet joy
Stretches out
To touch what we cannot grasp.
Some days there is a shift
in us;
A whisper daring us
To dream a little longer
Risk reaching a little further
Through the rain
To creatively redefine our world
Allow ourselves to believe that we can
Find a different lens
To bend the darkness
Until all that is refracted
Is the light of love.
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