I Thought I Knew

Image by Cindy K. Sickle

The evening after, the sun set,
with a resounding orange,
that set fire to what remained.
Broken trees. Barren roads.
The shattering complete.
I thought I was strong.
Until I saw the young boy,
standing before what used to be his home.
“It’s gone, he said, but we’re still here.”
That’s when I knew. I knew nothing
of strength at all.

Jennifer N. Fenwick | In the Eye of the Storm: Stories of Survival and Hope from the Florida Panhandle