The silence follows emotion

The silence follows emotion

The last of my friends leave my house

Their shoes descend the stone steps and they file into ubers and carpool filled cars

The last smile I send gets waved away as the last car leaves

And I am left to return to my now empty house

Now feeling hollow, blank.

Despite the hours of excitement and euphoria, fueled by the empowermet that stems from the energy of women,

I now feel as empty as the building surrounding me

The wave is gone and I am left with the low tide

A dark sky covers me and I wonder how real

Any of these feelings were

Did I ever feel empowered at all?

Or was the feeling of being seen during a month of history enough to camoflauge the everlasting confusion of where my worth lies in this world?

I close my eyes, allowing myself to fall into the false front that is my home, now void of emotion.

And leave myself to let go of the last specs of empowerment I hold onto.