Knowing the storm is coming
Might be the worst part.
It’s like going away to war –
Like saying your goodbyes
Just in case,
Like wondering
If you’ll ever come home again.

She kicks in the door
Like an old nemesis
And smiles,
Sweet as tea,
As she licks her teeth.

Doesn’t care
That you’re better now.
She’ll always come back
Just to prove she can.

Just to see
If you’re strong enough
To weather the storm.

You are.

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