The Storm Is Over

I sat in an empty room

With empty eyes

An empty heart

 

Empty hands

 

They had held yours

For nigh on twenty hours

But now

 

Nothing

 

The stillness scared me

After twenty hours

Of agitated doctors

 

Twenty hours of silent prayer

 

The room in which I sat

Was contrastingly full

With colour and life

 

Your life

 

Plastered in photographs

Across every wall

A silent unmoving depiction

 

Of your short time on earth

 

You’re not in pain anymore

I had to keep reminding myself

To stop the grief from engulfing

 

To stop the tears

 

But they came anyway

Each tiny drop a symbol

Of the crushing defeat

 

A symbol of the storm

 

The way it had ripped into our lives

Tearing everything apart

Leaving only fragmented pieces

 

Leaving only an empty shell

 

 

 

 

But now the storm has passed

 

I open my eyes

And the sun is shining

It seems impossible

But the sun is shining

 

Surely if i raise my hands

I'll find the damage that twists inside

But beneath my fingertips

My face is unmarred

 

I rise from the sofa

Shuffling slowly

On unsteady legs

Toward the window

 

Outside the sun hangs

In a sky of soft clouds

And brilliant cornflower blue

The brightness stinging my eyes

 

But I can’t look away

And I wonder how it is possible

That I could have forgotten

How green the grass is

 

As it bows in perfect waves

Under the influence

Of the caressing breeze

I remember you as you were before

 

I can still feel the burning hole

Just above my heart

The hole you left

When you died

 

But now I also feel

The gentle pull of life

As it beckons me forwards

Towards tomorrow

 

And every day after

 

 

(The storm is over)

 

 

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[Beatrice Mars]

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