power returned//

a new outlet,
to let electricity in, 
the old one was faulty
broken down,
from all the spins.

when all you know is cyclones,
it's easy to forget,
the quiet after the storm. 
but a new reminder surfaces,
a flash of brilliance,
you were never really alone.

you can handle anything,
and you already have.
becoming isn't pretty,
yet here you are, 
blooming. 

there are forces unseen,
supporting you, 
to stay soft in a world,
so quick,
to crush gems,
into smithereens. 

don't forget the power within,
take it back,
and remember again. 

i dream of integrity,
and honesty,
wrapped up in a knowing,
that no matter what,
i have me. 

my anchor.