Born of The Storm

By Shefali Choudhary

You may not remember how you made it through,

How you called for your inner strength,

And what carried you.

Perhaps you won’t remember the path you had to take,

All the courage you had to gather to be brave.

But storms don’t leave us as before,

They leave us wiser, having shaken our core.

God knows how many parts of us bend and break,

But through it all, we learn, we wake.

For these are the storms, where both loss and love,

Are gifts that fit like hands and gloves.

By Shefali Choudhary