Her Rejoice

She can rejoice in the winds of the angriest tempest. For her journey has taught her, molded her, made her stronger, shaped her into a better self. She no longer is the child that once was, scuttering away to find shelter when she heard the distant thunder. Holding on to her toys, shivering, hoping the storm won’t come here to hurt her — or worse — take her away from her home. The warmth of home comforted her. After the storm she would come out, peeking out to make sure the storm was in fact gone. She liked this part. The sun finally peeking out of the clouds that covered it, directing a beam of light, of warmth towards her. The smell of it just having rained, the notorious butterflies teasing her with their colorful wings. Kids her age coming out of their homes at the same time, inviting her to play with them. And she will. She was happy, knowing she was safe from the storm now.

One day she had to leave home. In her journey, she had been caught by many a storm, sudden, without her toys to hold on to, without anything to hold on to. She was scared, yes, but she had survived. Some days she wished she could just scoot under her bed, wait for the storm to blow over. But some storms were stubborn, they would stay. There were tears, there were moments of blackness, the endless nights, feeling that she would never feel the warmth of the sun again. She had to find the courage in herself to walk through them, defying their efforts to push her back. Because she knew, there will be sunshine again, the butterflies will still come and play their tricks, teasing her.
True strength was not in being fearless, but in the willingness to go on despite the fears, even if there is nothing to hold on.

Clothes fluttering despite being a wet, raindrops hitting her hard every now and then, today she stands facing it head on.

Even if it used to scare her, and still does, now the storm was hers.