When single raindrops fall with grace,
their solitude doesn’t dilute heaven.
They don’t paint pitter patterns of seclusion,
but the beauty in the heart of a larger thing.

Conclusion?

Inclusion, despite myself.

Because, inside, there is hope, a purpose,
a future to provide for myself and those
that make up my skin.

Because I am not self-contained,
contaminated or insane.

I am a community refrain,

sung by the living.

~EB