It is dawn and all is still
The smell of settled dust and washed leaves fills the air
The sky, once dark and threatening turns blue The birds sing and chickens cluck over upturned food
When the storm came, all was lost
Nothing seemed right
No movement was heard in the night except the beating of rain on every available surface
like drums beating the war cry
All night long the rain came down, the once welcomed trickle turned into a nasty storm
What was once beautiful turned into a nightmare
It was a great storm, a turbulent time that one thought would never end
Everything changed the day you died
Eyes lost their sparkle
Smiles disappeared
Laughter stopped
Happiness just faded into a distance.
The dull ache stayed permanently just below the womb you know the place, that bottomless pit
Now the storm is over
The calm that followed was a shock
The distruction clearly visible
The effects of the storm showed in various ways.
Things that were up-rooted were things that were washed away.
Others were destroyed
Some so far gone that there was no repair.
Others like the seeds just floated along, settled and started to flourish.
The weak was removed and the strong became stronger.
The rays of light touched the heart, melting away all fear
The terror that once held one captive disappeared
What was the purpose of the storm?
We'll never know, but out of it came a certain understanding,
A certain peace,
A certain calm,
A certain strength and a determination to go on and on and on.
(c) Mariska Araba Taylor Darko 2003
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