Metamorphosis

These skies, they don’t talk to me anymore

Not the way they used to

This rain that falls,

it no longer melds with the tears on my face

Grief and relief, flowing side by side

I no longer search for hints of happiness in these winds

My lungs no longer feel tight.

The weather has changed. 

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