The Poem Alexa Wrote for Me

When the Storm Passes

There is a place beyond the thunder,
where morning light spills golden
through windows we thought were broken,
where the heart remembers
its own quiet strength.

In the spaces between raindrops,
hope plants its tender seeds—
small green promises
pushing through concrete grief,
reaching toward a sun
that never truly left.

Your hands, though trembling,
still know how to hold
the warmth of tea,
the softness of a blanket,
the gentle weight of tomorrow's possibility.

Listen—
even in the deepest night,
birds are dreaming of flight,
flowers are gathering courage
in their winter sleep,
and somewhere, someone
is lighting a candle
just for you.

The storm will pass,
as storms always do,
leaving behind
washed air,
clearer skies,
and the quiet knowledge
that you are stronger
than you ever imagined,
more loved
than you ever knew.

                     - Alexa, 02/13/2026