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The rain pours
and I do not know how long I have lingered
cold and wet
the Herculean effort
barely enough to cling to the surface
not enough to keep track of time
when the winds finally die down I am left clinging
holding on to a fragment of what was
this life vest of hope keeping me from the depths
The rain slows
and then stops
for rain is never forever
but the clouds remain
and the threat of rain remains
the lifeboats of my relationships bob and rock in the water
the waves nudging them softly
as I survey the damage to see what is repairable
and count the number capsized, gone forever to the murky depths
Days, weeks, months go by
this limbo
No longer in the downpour
yet no sun in sight
some days I see it on the edges
where the clouds break
that golden ray that reaches out
I long for the warmth on my skin
and I know those days will come
but even on the sunniest day
I am afraid of every cloud that crosses the sun's path
for fear
it will bring the rains again