After The Storm

After The Storm

Oh havoc’s mistress, visiting in deluge to my world,
straining to recoup from the clouds of crisis
bringing such devastation to my financial shelter,
ripping at the fiscal planks,
seems of security shredded by the storms.

Looking around to see the impoverished and haggard souls
who weathered faces share my anguish,
if only this torrid transition had a happy ending
without the residue of loss abiding in the mind.

Aftermath brings the shifting through of resolution’s blueprints,
heart bearing the millstones from pass reconstruction,
from times of lay off hurricanes
and health emergency tornadoes,
which brought their own forms of destruction.

Through it all, the heart remembers
seasons come to every life,
learning to never build a wall you think can’t be tore down,
nor presume there is an impenetrable shelter one can build.

It is the confidence born out of falling in pits
where one discovers a means of escape
that grants the strength to endure the next round of heartaches,
slowly accepting the scars as emblems of stamina,
silent medallions to wars fought in the spirit.