I welcome the rain, it is cleansing away the angst which seems to be my permanent ailment. I welcome its wash, its ability to stream away the grime of yesterdays. I invite its arrival for I know the longer I remain being whittled away by little droplets hollowing me all around, the more worthy I will feel, with my brave ability to hold my head high with a beaming smile. I grow emotional, one eye – only the right – tears up, it is my regretful side, the side I led with most, my foot which began all ill-fated travels, paths which I took. Right before left, I’d always say in my head, for some reason, the phrase stuck, right before left, not left before right, still rings within my mind. I throw off my outer layers, step, with left foot, further into the pummelling rain, it is strangely pleasant, its attack, I’ve tuned out; it’s mostly dulled, numbing pain. In fact, it’s rather like a needling sensation, or what I’d imagine it to be, the harsh drops begin to fall on an angle, as though wanting to wash closer with dire haste toward me. I feel my skin begin to loosen, or is it bubbling now? Increased pain, it’s probably for the best I shed this outer skin, for I am developing within, a physical transformation will reflect this somehow. My anguish is now lacking as I peel back sheets of my bare layer, I am a monstrosity, but I don’t mind, I’ll eventually heal from this indelicate picture. Pieces of me upon the ground, pieces of me all around, away from myself! Now I’m pink, fresh-skinned, a bare-faced woman soon to be welcomed home. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Image by Krzysztof Pluta from Pixabay
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