Retrospectives: after the storm

peace fallslike a sheet of darkness over eyes that are too tired to see the damage that's been done. debris litters the pat the storm took, evidence of the destruction of the evil one. cross my heart, I hope to cry at the sight of the dead pieces of me on the side of the road. its amazing to think I got through it alive, because I know I wasn't holding your hand. So I'm filled with shame in knowing this storm in my heart was endured alone. How do I return to you? with my head to my chest on my knees begging forgiveness and singing your praises.