“After”

It’s always after…

After the meltdown.

After the blow up.

After all the tears have drained,

and the makeup is smeared.

After you have no more sound from shouting at the universe.

After the thoughts are done spinning,

and the voices fall silent.

After all the energy has been expressed,

and you’re emotionally exhausted.

After space as been created by ripping and tearing,

and you’ve surrendered to your truths.

After the wounds are done bleeding,

and you’re able to take that first shaky breath.

After you’ve become numb, and you take a seat in limbo.

Only then, will you find clarity.

-R. Short