Everything After
1 min readAug 20, 2020
Here’s to the day
after the storm.
Here’s to the trauma
we adorn,
and the Scars
dropping our Mufasa hearts
in to a stampede of cowards.
We’re all desperate
to be King
of something,
even a crowd
who’s always running away.
Here’s to the pain
and the disaster.
Here’s to us puppets
cutting strings
from our masters.
Here’s to burning
everything
that no longer feels like home.
Here’s to the unknown.
Here’s to
free falling.
Here’s to
everything after.
© Gina Clingan 2017
From my book, Everything After, which can be purchased here.