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photo by Rebecca Burishkin
The Storm Has Passed Mark Oceans of regret wash over as
we
stand
and
still
me
silent together in the
awaiting the crash of the next wave. It
Barrett
It
eye of the storm
does not come.
seems that the wind and rain have ceased and the storm has passed.
Or
so
we
think.
.
Suddenly we are tossed about on waves rolling
we hurled in anger, and we can't call them back, lest we bruise our fragile egos and still, we are hurting each other. like stones
But
I
who carries my grudges around much dead weight,
like so
will use these stones
to rebuild the bridges
so that
I
can make
I
have burned,
my way
back into your arms. Yes, mistakes
but
now
is
have been
made
our chance
make them right. The wind and rain and waves have The storm has passed,
to
ceased.
has finally passed. 31
like rock,
