The absence of my tears was not strength,
but a drought.
The quiet of my thoughts was not peace,
but a cold silence.
So when the clouds arrived
and the cold fell
and the rains poured,
It was like the sky pulled forth the waters inside me and opened the floodgates to my soul.
And so the world explained that it is not through tranquility,
But through storms that we must again be reborn.