The Rain is Falling

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The rain is falling
The candle is lit
The tea is brewing
and I

I am
here
trying

to breathe, to be, to bear

to put words to

the expanse

that

grows
and growls
and billows with each breath.

But I am here.

I am staying right here.

This expanse is not a black hole, but a widening of will

to hold on

to

this world Gd has given me

this life of pain and joy

these people of complexity and fear

and unreasonable

hope.

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