After the hurricane
I woke up to the stare of the pieces after the hurricane.
Fiddling with what the mind fails to mend
The collection of memories,
Broken tables,
Broken souls,
Shattered hope,
Scattered emotions.
A bundle by the door
One of possibilities
Blocked by fear,
Terror.
I want to tell you what is in my heart,
You see the scars.
The speck in your eyes points backwards,
Blinded by the bruises from the tree you once hanged on to
Now you hang on to the leaf you haven’t flipped
And only the winds know where you are headed.
My strength fails to challenges you,
In the dark and cold, your heart stands before me, motionless.
Finally, I walk on the broken glasses
Staining the fields of my once greener future,
Walking painfully towards peace.
You see the scars, yet you still pose, motionless.
(2014)
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