Drinking Rain

by Karen A. Freeman

My eyes drink in the rain.
It dances on the windowsill.
It refreshes the earth,
             renews life.

Life renewed in the shadows of my mind.
I see myself,
the self hidden from the world.
they will never understand.
             Understanding.

Vision is clear to you.
You know what they don't.
One simple thought.
             I am . . .

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