October Storm

Violent storms destruct the seemingly indestructible,

Break down walls, tear down roofs, drown out sounds.

October has been my violent storm — left in solitude, I

Unplugged from social media again,

Doodled in my sketchbook again,

Wrote in my journal again,

Imagined in between the day again,

Dreamed at night again,

Listened to the silence again,

Observed the stillness again,

Believed in prayers again,

Wondered with the stars again,

Sat still among the ruins of my childhood again,

Picked up the pieces of my teenage angst again,

Accepted there is no longer anything I can do about the past again,

But to just live again.

I merged 7, 17, and 29 and made peace with them again.

I forgave again.

There is a cycle to everything,

Like this violent storm, that comes and goes,

Life is destroyed,

Only to renew and restore its surroundings to its most fertile state… again.