Violet

June 11, 2026

by Stormy Conway

Editor’s note: Stormy is a student at SHS and I recently spoke to her at the Girl’s State Reception and invited her to share her poetry with our readers.

He can withstand the storm—

thriving in the sun.

When skies get cloudy, and tears fall—

He lets me rain—

Standing tall through hurricane force winds.

Brought on by my anger.

When the storm eventually ends—sunshine peeks through,

He knows I am safe and stable again—

My Violet never bends.

He nourishes my damaged heart— restoring its spark,

Knowing nothing pushes him away, not even my past decay.

He heals my trauma, grounding me by the second—

Even when I'm actively breaking.

His gentle reassurance restores my soil.

My scars may be deep—but to my Violet—they're never too steep.

And to him, my scars don't define me—

He sees passion, love and intelligence—

Hidden deep beneath my rain showers.

While he cannot fix me—he can see me.

And to me—he'll forever be my chosen one,

My Violet in the sun.