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Aftermath of a Storm

By Joyce Williams

When a loved one dies, Grief is like a thunderstorm. Pain rumbles in the distance. Lightning forecasts the coming storm. As the tempest nears, conflicting emotion intensifies And swirls into a maelstrom of grief. Finally, the storm breaksthoughts, emotions, Regrets, pelt like stinging hail. Day after day darkness obscures the light Unceasing tears flow like rain. Spent and exhausted, the sky rests. Shafts of light pierce the dark canopy. Slowly, Light reclaims soul and body. The world clears, The mind illuminates, The heart warms with the understanding That after storms There is life There is growth There is love.

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