The Storm

Debris and broken glass,
Shattered memories from past,
Wreckage through and through.
Salvage what you must,
There's some gleam under that rust,
Question what you knew.

Destroyed your happy home,
But you've always been alone,
What more can you do?

Estimate the damage,
Question the guilty savage:
"Why must i be the target once more?
Look at what you've caused--
Once a diamond without flaws,
Is just a rock, beaten by the shore..."

The wicked storm has found you
Because he knows that you are bound to
Pick the pieces up off the floor.
So that you can rebuild your heart,
Restart, Restart, Restart,
Ravaged right down to the core.

But the pieces are jagged and mangled and split,
And some have been singed into ash.
You're trying to mend but they just will not fit,
The damage is irreversible, Alas.

Get up off your knees, leave the pieces where they lay
Let the storm bask in its glory.
Walk away--don't look back--towards the break of the day,
For that's when The Storm will be Sorry.

Reviews

[Wallflower]

our reaction to it.... precisely. Thank you :)

[An owl on the moon]

What a vivid write, capturing the overpowering sense of a storm, both literally and metaphorically. Behind it leaves devastation, but our reaction to it lends it fuel or crushes its force. Amazing poem!