When the storm finally passes,

sun cutting through the clouds,

will I know my soul among the masses

the blurred faces of the crowds?

Do I still hear the certain voices

of sadness and of anger

or have I made different choices

and remain to them a stranger?

Did I feel the healing fingers

of the raindrops on my skin?

Do I know the hope that lingers

when I let everything come in?

* Artwork pictured above is “Absence” by Jennifer Goto, a Los Angeles-based artist who works with Japanese mineral pigments and gold and silver leaf.


2 thoughts on “Stay

  1. betsydecruz November 7, 2015 / 6:45 pm

    This is a beautiful poem, Ingrid. I love reading it. I miss you and think of you often.

    • ingridclaire November 8, 2015 / 12:26 am

      Thanks, Betsy! Miss u so much too!

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