Therapy Bits

The storm came sudden, fierce, and wild,
like a hungry beast with endless teeth.
It tore through silence, crushed the mild,
and left the earth in grief beneath.

The shadows whispered, dark and stark,
strike fear into my heart, they said.
But still I stumbled through the dark,
alive, though walking with the dead.

The ashes clung, the smoke did rise,
yet through the ruin, I could see—
a flicker small, a stubborn prize,
the ember of what’s left of me.

And though the night is long and deep,
and every breath a fragile art,
I learn the strength I swore to keep,
was buried waiting in my heart.

Writing Prompts – Esther Chilton