NurseSheGirl

June 24. 2026

The storm had occupied every room,
hanging its damp coat across my thoughts.
It darkened every window with a blurry haze.

But he arrived unexpectedly
as though he were a lantern made for troubled storms.
He was not loud enough to challenge the thunder,
but steady enough to show me
that good men can tame wild seas.

His voice filled the silence
where longing used to echo.
His touch gathered the scattered pieces of me
without ever demanding they become whole.

He asked for nothing
except honesty.
And somehow that felt more rare
than all the promises I had been chasing.

The tide inside me began to settle.
The distance stopped looking like an ending.
Even the wind seemed less interested
in carrying me away.

For the first time in a while,
I looked away from the closed door
that had been carelessly shut in my face,
and realized that the sunlight
I was desperately chasing,
was standing beside me.

Not asking me to forget the darkness,
or insisting the storm had never happened.
Just there to light the way
as the storm clouds unraveled
from his gentle gaze