Understanding

Thoughts hit my head like drops of rain

Each of them unique

Each of them with visions

Visiosn of past

Visions of future

I smile at some of them

Cry at some others

I hear things around me better

I see people

How beautiful they are

How different they are

Some are smiling

Some are crying

If I wasn't broken now

Would I've been able to see them before too?

If I didn't go through all that

Would I've been able to understand them?

Do they understand me?

Does it matter?

I see now

What I couldn't see before

Rain washes me

Makes me new

For me to understand

Everything that I'm going through.