Joy With What Is

Sweet irony that to me my words are thrown back.
Karmic,
Justice poetic,
Fate must be laughing.
I join her, at first bitterly,
Then gladly,
As the sun quenches the dusty reality,
While I wait for the rain to burn away the scars.

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