After The Storm

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by rynryn25

by rynryn25

                                    
                                              I am somewhere deep 
in the hours 
after the storm.
                          The fear of what was 
worried to return 
has become quite 
diminished.
                          Life is returning back 
to what was so 
absolutely quiet. 

                          No more do 
the easy sounds 
greatly heighten 
the anxiety.
                          Many structures have been rebuilt 
as better than they were.
                          I have been rebuilt 
and no longer do I need 
someone as shelter.
                          I am in search of someone 
who will built a shelter with me, 
to live in it together.
                          No more will I hide.
                          The sound of life 
will continue to call 
and I must resume 
helping in the rebuild,
and carry on my search.
                          I hear it now.