I remember kindness.  
I remember love.  
I remember grace so pure that it blinded me like the sun.  
I will carry that with me always.  
I will shield it like the light within me, a light that grows each time I rise above the ugliness I have known.  
Every time I choose life, I remember you.  
Every time I choose to care for myself instead of letting this world make me feel unworthy of love, I remember.  
Thank you for all the love you poured into me and for being a light during my storms.  
I remember…

-Rhia Clay

The cold end of a knife

is a hail storm—

a biting reminder

of why one cut

runs deeper than disaster.

How loud

each thundering heartbeat!

How silent

the fall of a thousand fears.

When your body

is inside the eye of a storm

long enough

for each howl to cut through

everything, then

you’ll know how to breathe

out without bleeding.

When you're free

of all the things you have seen,

come outside—

the wind

is a dance of good things.

Soft, unsharpened things.

Things that do not ask

to be survived.

After the Rain,
as the raindrops,
hits the ground,
is so soothing, and
relaxing,
such a wonderful sound,
to me, it's sleeping weather,
being inside is
so much better, because
of such a long drought,
there is no point in going out,
unless you have to,
on the contrary,
it is better to stay inside,
since there is no skies of blue, and
there is No Sunshine,
to Brighten your day,
but Rain clouds instead,
Filled with Skies of gray,
So, if you want my opinion,
to avoid the feeling of dread,
avoid the inclement-like weather, and
Just stay in bed!!!


B.R.
Date: 5/14/2025