Finding the well

I knew I had to find myself.
To see myself.
I am interesting enough.
I don’t know why there was rain.
I like the image of it being wet.
Like a prima donna holding the virgin child I had purity.
Innocence combined with strength.
A knowing.
I have arrived.
Even as I stand in the rain wet and unprotected.
I am worthy.
My heart is open.
I can always come back and fill in the blanks.

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