a hurricane is a natural disaster
full of destruction and terror and fear
but bringing people closer together
the lucky ones who survive
in new orleans, they rejoice in the streets
celebrating their survival
they have hurricane picnics and hurricane barbeques
because they have hope things will get better
some days, i wonder if i’m on the verge of a hurricane
if, perhaps, i break these walls down for one more person
the walls will break completely
and the floodgates will open, sending in their tempest
because the last person they lowered for
caused me to dare to hope to someday knock them down
but then i ended up having to rebuild them after all
and build them up so much stronger
i’m scared, so scared to knock them down again
because i’m afraid of what will come rushing out
but maybe
just maybe
i’ll hope for a hurricane picnic.