And sometimes,
This time,
It isn't the chaos that is to be feared
It's the calm

There was no chaos
Instead she was eerily calm
As if rain had came down on her
Washing every doubt of her decision away
And with it she went
With the rain and the heartache
With the sins that had been inflicted upon her-
The sins she let bury her  
Into the soil of our earth
And into every beautifully scented flower I grasp -
Each petal that I gently caress

She was stronger than the chaos but as irony goes
It was the calm that finally bent her will

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro