You are not a band-aid.
You’re a typhoon that rolled in and changed everything.
You pulled back the waves and revealed the tidal pools.
You knocked over the trees and built me a home.
You punctured the clouds and let the sun shine through.
And when the winds were done refreshing the air, and the rain had finished washing off all the grime, everything was different.
Everything was new.
Everything was better.
And it could never go back to the way it was before.