Calm After the Storm

The Calm After the Storm

She felt cold and distant, and I
longed to break the ice and find
the warmth I knew was in her heart.

The stinging jabs of icicles,
from one I love so dearly,
pricked my aching heart.

A hail storm of words pelted me,
leaving me bruised and hurt.
I waited for the poultice of apology.

This storm of emotions churned within her
until the clouds of rage passed,
leaving my daughter herself again.

The mood swings hover in the
margins of our lives, and I am left
waiting for the calm after the storm.

Pat Nelson
May 26, 2009
Revised significantly
September 23, 2011

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