Damage Control

We went from the heat of the moment

to where we are now.

We briefly entered into a room...

..where respect was not allowed admittance,

where the lights of discord were harsh,

and the storm raging was dissapointment...

..and it was a tsunami in our voices.

The calm after the storm is a welcome relief.

It is inviting, save for the pools of embarassment at our feet, and in our hearts.

What a storm that was.

As the sun dries up the pools,

a rainbow with the colors of regret appears...

..periodically blinding our vision.

There was no shelter from that storm,

and anger was all we had to keep warm.

Now, we must rebuild.