THROUGH RAINSTORMS TO RAINBOWS

REBIRTH Say of this hurting, it is but the unraveling of self-imposed half-truths tightly woven in fragile scrapes-- The ripping out of embroidered patterns stitched with flaws and subterfuge. Say of this piercing pain, it is but the reweaving, in true colors, A tapestry of authenticity, re-weaved of self, A true original.