the aftermath
As the storm passes
She is left here
In the aftermath
.
It was a wild one
A violent one
A destructive one
Not much remains as it was before
.
Yet as she sits
In the aftermath
Bare naked and raw
With fallen structures around her
Rubble strewn in the streets
And nothing familiar remaining
.
There is a peace
A spaciousness
A sigh
A softening
.
The storm destroyed so much
And left a mess to clean up
There will be more to work to come
.
But she trusts
The one who made it through
As gracefully as one could
.
And she honours
The bravery
The love
The courage
The trust
That it took
To stand in the eye of the storm
While the world around her
And within her
Crumbled
.
And there is no rush
All there is now is space
To sit and wait patiently
For what begins to regrow
And listen for what wants to be birthed
Through her hands
And her heart
.
She does not know
This new world
For it has never been before
.
But she sighs
And she softens
And she surrenders into the spaciousness
Of the unknown
.
At peace for this moment
In the aftermath
.
.
-Miranda Sophia
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