The Calm Before

By Grace Keeler

When I was consumed, covered in the murky darkness of something else altogether, you came.

You said to me, hands outstretched, that you were here to bring me back, back down to the ground.

Because flying seems like a great idea, until you’re too high, and the wind blows you off course,
and now you’re in the middle of a full-on storm, and you can’t see, and it’s all too much,
and maybe you should just give up.

But then, there you were, the light at the end of my tunnel, my beacon of tranquility.

You reached into my soul, and you obliterated the storm,
and you left nothing but a light drizzle of memories behind.

And maybe we all need to experience a storm to appreciate the calm before.