After the Storm

The thunderstorm that is grief
rips and roars, reverberates
through the empty chamber
of a heart forever scorched
by the searing strike of loss.
Eleven-year-tears rain.
A deluge from a place
I thought was dry.

After the storm —
a breath
a quiet
a calm
a gentle lean
into the life
that carries on.

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