it builds
it is built, by
layers of wind,
pressure so low,
ions of energy,
stacking, packing
waiting to attack,
with force and no recourse,
rain and hail, pale
in comparison, to
the spin without and within,
of the column, the pillar,
just add fire, and the ire
would be more obvious,
touching down, to the ground
where people construct dreams,
but there is no emotion in
the storm, but people,
those trying
to survive,
or revive their communities,
who are relying,
in the aftermath,
more than on memories,
splintered,
hands and hearts hang
on to one another,
for comfort,
for it is the only thing,
that makes sense after
all, the air tense with fury,
they restore,
they shore up
the courage and faith in humanity,
American quilt tested,
structures bested,
blow after blow,
yet the people remain,
lives lost, many in pain,
and they all share a refrain,
"we remain,
changed, yes, alone, not,
shared loss,
fortitude gained,
we remain, together as community"
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC
it builds
it is built, by
layers of wind,
pressure so low,
ions of energy,
stacking, packing
waiting to attack,
with force and no recourse,
rain and hail, pale
in comparison, to
the spin without and within,
of the column, the pillar,
just add fire, and the ire
would be more obvious,
touching down, to the ground
where people construct dreams,
but there is no emotion in
the storm, but people,
those trying
to survive,
or revive their communities,
who are relying,
in the aftermath,
more than on memories,
splintered,
hands and hearts hang
on to one another,
for comfort,
for it is the only thing,
that makes sense after
all, the air tense with fury,
they restore,
they shore up
the courage and faith in humanity,
American quilt tested,
structures bested,
blow after blow,
yet the people remain,
lives lost, many in pain,
and they all share a refrain,
"we remain,
changed, yes, alone, not,
shared loss,
fortitude gained,
we remain, together as community"
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