Touching me who was shivering from the cold and broken beyond repair
But broken somehow did not mean not whole
It meant something else entirely
I smiled, at the sun peeking out naughtily.
And back at the tiny sapling I had given my all to protect
She was leaning towards the sun now
With her little hands spread out
She was cowering no longer
Afraid to come out
And looking at her struggle to reach the sun
My grin stretched wide
Eroding the years of pain
And I realised —
The storm was not quite what I had imagined.
It was something else entirely.
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