Meeting you was like the calm
before a storm.
Warm, moist air
surrounded my atmosphere
and from that moment thereon,
I had anticipated the arrival
of a raging cyclone -
a whirlwind of breathtaking events
flashed before my eyes
in fast forward.

Knowing you was like the day
slowly fading into dusk.
I have woven myself
both in the soft beaming
light of your soul
and the abyss of your darkness
where I saw the parts you’ve hidden
even from yourself.

Loving you was like the sun
going through a nuclear fusion.
It required the release
of massive amounts of energy
to withstand the rapid surge
of emotions I felt,
but at the same time,
the warmth it produced
has kept me safe and at peace,
until I’ve learned
to embrace life itself.

Losing you was like the eruption
of an underwater volcano.
It was quiet, yet chaotic
and occurred in a depth
isolated from the rest of the world.
But how stunning it is
that after the smoke [pain]
had cleared [gone]
and the magma [wounds]
had cooled [healed],
I witnessed the birth
of a new island [beginning].
And suddenly,
an epiphany occurred to me -

I had become the result of a beautiful disaster.