after the storm

what follows after the storm
is tenderness
something so soft, so fragile
it’s near impossibility to try and hold onto
the grasp must be loosened and the strings untied
love must escape
and past felonies must wither away like scars,
deep-rooted, but old enough to warrant accumulation of fresh skin
over tired hearts and defeated eyes,
aged with a continual stream of regrets
what follows [...]

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