Moving Forward

 
Perhaps it’s the mental preparation that helps with some foresight
Seeing the hurricane winds ahead of time for what they are
Loud and destructive
I’m in a different state of mind
Ready for this

And sure enough when I got the call
It was that old familiar vexing tone
But
I’m more at peace with myself

For some reason as the berating went on
I pictured boards and tiles falling off my roof
As the winds tossed them over my head
I, on a long ladder
Hammering nails to make sure nothing more can be torn off
Watching those pieces of loose wood flying into the wind

I knew I had moved past this
I won’t scream
I won’t argue
Even if swords flung at me
Words fell short at my feet

And like water off a duck’s back
All I said was “whatever…it’s done, let’s move forward”
Calm and collected

Later I reflected
Understanding I’m not that person anymore
I am not angry
Even if the jabs are close
Even if the pieces and splinters cut into me
I heal