Aftermath

There’s something peaceful about after the storm

When the winds have stopped ripping trees from the ground

When the hail has stopped breaking windows

When the tornado has stopped abducting houses and little girls

 

There’s something sacred in the destruction

Something hopeful

Like when a fire ravages a forest

But you see new growth in the spring
Only when the yells become whispers does the true healing begin

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