“Even in the storm’s unraveling, throw confetti ,because a celebration is not the absence of chaos, but the courage to shine through it.”

It looks like a celebration at first glance

colors thrown high into the air,

fluttering, weightless,

falling all around like promises.

But confetti can disguise a storm.

Beneath the sparkle,

the winds are shifting,

the sky darkens,

and what seemed like play

was only a distraction

from what is gathering unseen.

The air thickens,

the paper pieces cling,

and you realize the storm

is not stopped by their brightness.

It waits, patient,

for the weight of silence

after the glitter has fallen.

Not everything scattered in light

was meant to celebrate.

Some of it was meant

to cover the cracks beneath your feet.

And yet,

the storm always reveals itself.

The waiting room opens tomorrow…

~Kerri-Elizabeth~

The colors are falling, but the sky is darkening. What hides behind the celebration? Tomorrow, the waiting begins in a room where time stands still