In this new world.
we are shattered, hopeful souls.
Bearing losses of unimaginable depth.
Shouldering the burden of
staggering, debilitating grief.
In this new world,
we are determined warriors.
Maintaining our faith in the face
of insurmountable odds.
Believing still, that even alone,
we will rise again.
In this new world, we press onward.
Without another choice,
how can we do less?
In this new world, we are the broken,
the huddled masses.
Praying for healing.
Seeing past the destruction,
past the crippling fear,
to the promise present in every dawn.
That this too shall pass.
That we’ll emerge.
That we will rise from these ashes,
changed but steadfast.
Bruised but willing.
Scarred but magnificent,
in our conviction that our greatest asset,
is our hopeful, willing, unbreakable spirit.
© 2019 Jennifer N. Fenwick | In the Eye of the Storm: Stories of Survival and Hope from the Florida Panhandle