The storm has passed
The floods have regressed
I have pulled up the remnants
And built myself up again
By myself
A knock on the weathered door
A familiar face appears
It lights up the room
But also dims the day
It's changed
I survived
I persevered
I made it through the storm
Without you
And that is my strength
But what if you were meant to come home?
What if the storm was meant to be survived alone?
You apologize
You weep
You plead
You should've helped me through the storm
And that is your weakness
Your face is warm
And familiar
But just because I
know it
Does not mean it is safe
We stand here
In the doorway
Face to face at last
But I have to ask myself
Should I let you in?
(Thumbnail art by Jessica Dodge)
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