The Afters

notice how the
verdant blanket
look greener
after a stormy night,

notice how the
sun’s glorious rays
shine extra brighter
after a pitch black night,

notice how your
fragile, fearful heart
beats braver
after losing a fight.

for in failing,
in losing,
we grow.

06.06.2017
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In response to Quadrille #34 by whimsygizmo.
Today, I want you to poem us up a perfect STORM.
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