Again

Young Recovery

A tornado uprooted all she planted

Years worth of work

Root, stem and branch, all detached, lost and gone

No seed left behind

A despair begins to develop

It's dark, heavy and flourishes like hell

She digs and digs

Hands covered in earth

She becomes tired and discounts all attempts to recover

She makes room within her new found wreckage, covers up whatever she can

She begins to pray

She prays for rain

She's now soaked in defeat, again

Sadly, she's quite comfortable

She's cold and no longer hiding

She wears remorse like a birthmark

A hurricane flies through unexpectedly and rips apart all that she's finally accepted

All she's learned to love, respect and count on

Knocked down and barely hanging on, she caves

She breaks

All that's been created has been taken or moved about

She's lost once again, but knows she's not alone anymore