We think we're strong; experienced and we've got it all together,
But when it comes again,
Yet again, we often succumb.

Maybe sometimes even yield so violently it's crippling.

Sometimes that can be sad and frustrating to be, or to watch,
But other times, as now, it makes me smile.

I see hope;
Glimpses of something softer;
A heart willing to open up
And be consumed.

Admittedly, it still makes me uneasy a bit-
The where;
And how;
And what will result of this;

I can only pray that it will be somewhere beautiful.