I will re-emerge

Within the storms,
I am.
Within the bruising rains,
I am.
Within the thrashing winds,
I am.
Within the contrasts of lightning,
I am.
Within the twisters touched down,
I am.
Within the chaos and havoc,
I am.
Within the crumbled walls left behind,
I am.
Within the despair of losses,
I am.
Within the treading waters,
I am.
Within the flooding,
I am.
Within the echoes of remembrance,
I am.
Within the observant horror of grief,
I am.
Within the witness,
I am.
Within the cries,
I am.
Within the compass,
I am.
Within the pursuit of direction,
I am.
Within the hope of bluer skies,
I am.
Within the trauma of the storms,
Experiences thus far,
I am.
Within the unburdened,
Now here, in the raw, exposed,
I am.
Within the phases of letting go,
Allowing this loss to not consume me,
Take me whole,
I am.
With the calm that the storm leaves us with,
I am coming to,
For all that has become, 
Became undone.
All I was tethered to,
All I thought I was,
Came to a screaming halt.
A storm blew in,
One heavy with grief,
One heavy with loss,
One heavy with love,
One heavy with flashes of life,
One heavy with hardship,
One heavy with shock,
One heavy with disorientation,
One heavy storm with collateral damages,
Mentally, physically, emotionally, verbally,
One minute here, next poof gone.
Within the storms,
Within the bruising rains,
Within the thrashing winds,
Within the contrasts of lightning,
Within the twisters touched down,
Within the chaos and havoc,
Within the crumbled walls left behind,
Within the despair of losses,
Within the treading waters,
Within the flooding,
Within the echoes of remembrance,
I will re-emerge...
Melissa Palmer © Evolving Mirror