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Writer's pictureSam John

After The Storm.

After The Storm.


I was alone.

In the darkness.

Afraid and reminded of the past.


Caught in-between the beauty and chaos of nature.

Our self-imposed reckoning.

It was tremendous. And terrifying.


Powerless for 60 hours.

Such a blessing.

See you again. A curse. A cure. A lesson learned.

Stripped bare. Nothing left to love. Nothing left to lose.


You were there.

My Savior. My God. My King.

I cower in reverence and praise.


I am not afraid.


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