Unchanged, Defiant

how it chills her bones,

like the weight of words she’s grown used to.

they say she should change,

cut away the parts they never understood

"wear the sun" they say, "let the storm pass"

but she’s not afraid of the clouds.. they are hers.

she thinks maybe they’re right, maybe she’s wrong

but breaking herself was never her song

the rain can stay, the whispers can fall

she’ll stand as she is.. drenched, but whole.