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Why The Storms Bear Human Names

March 5, 2021
By Cathy_Shang GOLD, Shanghai, Other
Cathy_Shang GOLD, Shanghai, Other
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This winter whispers and frosts over my bones

It convinces me I will never be warm again.
 
This summer roars and lights a fire under me

It convinces me I will never be cold again.
 
This moment
—longer, more sorrowful than it has any right to be—

holds me still
It convinces me I will never feel loved again.
 
This moment
—permanently, yet more fleeting than it has any right to be—

holds me close
It convinces me I will never feel lonely again.
 
This storm,
cleaving through the lands,

Howling.
It convinces us that the sky is falling; the world is ending
 
But creation is always found in the rubble of destruction.

And though the storms seem never-ending, it will pass.

We’ll live again,
Ricocheting between the extremes.
 



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