Journey With Me
The winds have passed.
The sky no longer shouts.
What remains is steady, rooted,
and still standing
Sometimes the storm is the lesson.
And when it passes,
what’s left behind isn’t broken
it’s becoming
Rooted deeper.
Standing quieter.
But stronger than before.
Endurance, Trial, Peace
Meeting The Storm
Endurance is not found in calm it’s forged the moment you step into the storm, unsure if you’ll make it through, but stepping in anyway.
Through The Storm
The storm doesn’t just test you it strips you down, shakes you up, and shows you what was real all along.
After The Storm
After the storm, peace doesn’t shout it settles. Quietly. Like sunlight warming the earth that thought it would never dry.
Meeting the Storm
I didn’t ask for the sky to break.
But when the winds rose and the clouds gathered,
I stood there shaking maybe but standing.
Because sometimes strength is simply showing up
when everything tells you to run.
Through the Storm
It wasn’t graceful. I clawed, I cried, I cracked.
Lightning lit up truths I didn’t want to see,
and the rain washed away pieces I thought I couldn’t live without.
But I kept going. Not because I knew the way out
but because I refused to let it end me.
After the Storm
The silence was foreign at first.
I had lived so long in the noise.
But in that stillness, I heard something new
me. Not broken. Not lost.
Just weathered. Rooted.
And finally, at peace
with the man the storm made me become.
Becoming Whole, Becoming Dad 
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