Even as the rain
traces cold paths down your face,
the truth of you holds fast.
Your beauty,
stubborn and clear,
remains.
It asks for no fortress.
It refuses to cower behind
a painted wall of foundation.
Just you,
breathing in the downpour,
undisguised and undiminished.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 11:27 PM UTC
Even as the rain
traces cold paths down your face,
the truth of you holds fast.
Your beauty,
stubborn and clear,
remains.
It asks for no fortress.
It refuses to cower behind
a painted wall of foundation.
Just you,
breathing in the downpour,
undisguised and undiminished.
