in the midst of the hurricane she saw the light
she would point out every thing that still stood tall
amongst all that's fallen
she would count every person found along the way
as a win
she would consider every slowing of wind as hope, one last thing to hold on to
she would talk of how the city will soon replenish and be greater than ever
she always knew how to find light in darkness
and because of it
she became the light
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You Are Everything
PoesiaA collection of poems for the over thinkers, hopeless romantics, and beautiful souls. May these reach you and help you in any way possible.