It is dawn and all is still,
The smell of settled dust and washed leaves fills the air.
The sky, once dark and threatening, turns blue.
The birds sing and chickens cluck over upturned food.
When the storm came, all was lost,
Nothing seemed right,
No movement was heard in the night except the beating of rain on every
surface, like drums beating the war cry.
All night long the rain came down, the once welcomed trickle turned into a nasty storm.
What was once beautiful turned into a nightmare
It was a great storm, a turbulent time that one thought would never end
Everything changed the day my heart died
Eyes lost their sparkle,
Happiness faded into a distance.
The dull ache stayed permanently just below the womb
Now the storm was over,
The calm that followed was a shock.
The effects of the storm showed in various ways:
Things that were up-rooted were things that were washed away.
Others were destroyed
Some so far gone that there was no repair.
Others like the seeds just floated along, settled and started to flourish.
The strong became stronger.
The rays of light touched the heart, melting away all fear,
The terror that once held one captive disappeared
What was the purpose of the storm? We will never know,
But out of it all came a certain understanding,
A certain peace, a certain calm, a certain strength
And determination to go on and on and on.
After the Storm - Mariska Taylor-Darko
Read More: Mariska Taylor-Darko