After the Hurricane
I lay broken in the sand, wind swirled around me
Waves lashed against the shore, I heard the storm’s roar
My friends washed ashore in the early morn
After the hurricane, everything was gone.
I lost my ship, I lost my friends
I lost everything worth living for
I was all alone near the coral reef
I had to live with my grief.
Yet I couldn’t sink into my thoughts
For soon a tiger charged at me
Strength and anger coursed through my veins
And I kicked higher than Bruce Lee
I dragged its carcass to the beach
My mind miraculously clear by now
I made a hut, I grabbed a fruit
Now for my old life, I did not root.
Years later, the hurricane struck
But this time, I wasn’t afraid
I walked out with a smile on my face
To see my dear old friends again.
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