After the storm

from Flying Free

After the Storm

They were in the galleys of the clouds, roaring and rowing the menacing gloom across the beaming, hopeful expanse. Unsolicited and enraged, they pelted her with thunderous labels:

"Toxic"

"Unstable"

"Unworthy"

  The unwarranted lightning which they struck her only reflected their own corruption. Her unrelenting trust and faith were rendered irreparable by those charlatans who called themselves leaders. They despised her inexhaustible optimism and radiating harmony, so they lacerated her soul, barbarously slashed away her dignity, and discarded her as if she were filth. Their opaque clouds of destruction and hatred smothered her once-ferocious gleam of passion.

   Then, the rain fell swiftly. The torrents of tears lasted for years. She and her loved ones were flooded with injustice and pain. 

She was drowning.

   Even so, she sustained those diminishing embers of aspiration. She endured the unyielding storms. Those meager flames, her tearful smiles, and her unconditional love were often the only sparks igniting joy within her home. With tenacity, she stood firm.

   Years later, she progresses toward healing and revival. Her sparkle has returned, and she is unbelievably radiant.

   Those calloused casuists have not yet seen her again, but they will. When they creep out from their dastardly fortresses, they will search the ground for remnants of her trampled optimism.

   Nevertheless, they will not find her there. They will lift their eyes and discover that she resides above them. Just as a rainbow glimmers after the storm, she will emerge triumphant and renewed despite their hostility. Her illustrious colors will overwhelm the sky and vanquish her agony. They will have no choice but to describe her as she truly is:

"Undefeatable"

"Flourishing"

"Worthy"