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You can tell a hurricane has blown through here.

Just by looking at the debris scattered about me.

You know by noticing the buckets lying here;

They have been filled to the brim with my tears.



The morning after it hit, I peeked out the window

And seeing the damage left in the storm's wake

I couldn’t open the door to survey the damage

Because I’m not ready to clean up the mess.



I'm not prepared to step out into the world again.

I imagine one day I will cross the threshold,

And be able to walk the streets once more.

Just not today.