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The Storm Has Passed by Mark Barrett

The Storm Has Passed

by Mark Barrett

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Oceans of regret wash over me

as we stand still and silent together in the eye of the storm

awaiting the crash ofthe next wave. It does not come.

It 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 like rock,

like stones we hurled in anger,

and we can't call them back,

lest we bruise our fragile egos

and still, we are hurting each other.

But I who carries my grudges around

like so much dead weight,

will use these stones

to rebuild the bridges I have burned,

so that I can make my way back into your arms.

Yes, mistakes have been made

but now is our chance

to make them right.

The wind and rain and waves have ceased.

The storm has passed,

has finally passed.

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