Now that the storm is over, what's left to rebuild?
From broken dreams and hearts and a deep hole to fill...
To find all the pieces that were blown away,
To put them together and to make them stay...

How can I start over when I don't know where to start?
Will anyone help me by doing their part?
As I search to find all that I have lost,
I realized that all that I have left is a pendant of the cross...

There are others like me you see, who have to start a fresh,
Wishing and hoping that their hopes and dreams can be refreshed...
Though the memory of the horror still burns our mind,
With hands and hearts together, our effort is combined

To rise again as a nation stronger than before,
To open and reopen every closed door...
The news only shows a bit of what's there to see,
But what we have left is our reality...

You never know when disaster will hit,
And take away the places that you once sit...
No one really knows what or how you truly feel
Until they have the experience of your ordeal.

So as we rebuild our lives once more,
Our cries for help, please do not ignore...
Our hope and faith is what we have to keep us strong,
But a kind word or deed, will surely help us go on.

Running to and fro making squeaking sounds,
every time I hear you my heart just pounds...
I don’t know what you are, a bat, a lizard or a mouse,
but you’re acting as if you own this house...

You stay here rent free, and you come and go as you please,
But from your late night bickers I could do with an ease...
You scamper across the roof all night long,
As if you’re dancing to the freedom song.

I hurry to see what you are, but you are never seen,
You become very quiet once I get on the scene...
Show yourself you annoying little freak!
I have no time to play hide and go seek...

Your identity you have not revealed to me,
So I don’t know how to set you free...
This is my house and I am not going anywhere,
So you better find a different tactic, if it’s me you want to scare...

I thought the two of us could maybe exist,
But from your scampering you could not desist...
You probably tried, but I have my doubts
So pack your things and get the hell out.

Irma my dear, what have we done to make you mad?
You have hit us so hard with all that you had...
With boisterous winds and torrential rains,
You have left many of us hurting and stranded for days...

Like a woman scorned you have unleashed your fury,
And had no mercy for judge nor jury...
Buildings flat, water reaching the roof,
It must be something that you are trying to prove

You skipped from isle to isle searching for what, we don’t know
But obviously, you are livid, because your anger really shows...
You completely destroyed all that’s in your path,
But somehow we (ANU)have managed to miss your wrath...

Was it heartbreak from your beloved Harvey?
Or you’re just trying to make us pay for the pain you now carry?
Whichever way, it doesn’t make it right,
To destroy lives and nations out of spite...

For how long will you be in this rage?
Behaving like an animal out of its cage...
So many people are in fear,
But your heart is so heavy, there is no room to care...

You will look back and see what you have done,
And probably smile and say, you have only just begun...
But sooner or later you will have to quit,
Because rage and anger makes you unfit...

Your time will be over when a younger woman comes
By then you’ll be old and thirsty with no air in your lungs...
Quit while you’re ahead and leave us in peace,
And don’t allow your anger to make the devastation increase.

Waiting...

Whoever said that waiting was not easy made an understatement...
As you sit in anticipation waiting to hear your fate, every beat of your heart is almost a second late... Your nerves they run awry and your breathing almost cease, only the news you want to hear will put your heart at ease...
The door opens and shuts, but it's still not your turn, everyone waiting with you or came after you are now gone... But still you sit in silence with your heart beating as loud as a drum, waiting in almost fear to hear your final outcome...
Finally the door swings open and out comes the boss, with files in hand, at you he looks across... You rise from your seat as he signals you to come, your heart beating faster as you're seconds away from hearing the outcome...
Your files we have seen, but we still need more time to decide... Give us a few more days and all knots should be tied.
Just when you thought the wait was over, it has only begun, so you set your heart at ease and start over, and the thought of giving up, from your mind you shun...
It isn't over until somebody sings, so strengthen yourself in the process, because the faint of heart never wins...
You may be waiting awhile for the things you need, but getting them is only half the process, the other half is how waiting made you feel... Stronger, more patient or a nervous wreck, at the end of it all you're a certified roughneck.

KP.