The sky doesn't ask before it opens.
It just leans in and lets go.
I stand inside it,
let it blur the edges of me
until I stop trying
to hold my shape so tightly.
Everything sounds farther away
when it rains.
Even names I don't
say out loud anymore
There is a comfort in that.
Not peace, exactly,
but something close enough
that I stop correcting it.
Contemporary Poetry, Emotional Distance, Emotional Poetry, Healing, Letting Go, Nature Poetry, Poetry, Rain, Reflection, Stillness
Meet the Author
Malana Kline
Originally from Memphis, Tennessee, Malana Kline is a writer and artist with a love for creative expression in all its forms. She writes poetry and fiction, exploring everything from the intimate and melancholic to the strange and imaginative. Beyond writing, she creates digital art and enjoys photography and crafting. Her work is driven by curiosity, creativity, and a fondness for finding beauty in the details.
Come curious. Stay weird. 🌿
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