After the Hurricane
Like a pale silhouette
I trudge through the wreckage
life slips from my hands
like a handful of water leaking through the fingers
Its not my shelter that was destroyed nor the precious collections
but dreams of future and memories of a lifetime
Is there any hope left? question I,
from the empty surrounding
but get no answers, except, the echo from neighborhoods
with a heavy heart, I look at my garden,
and find a half bent tree
“Oh! how brutally the hurricane have treated you too?”
And yet,
I don’t see you weeping
I don’t see you cursing
I don’t see you suffering
What sort of loving kindness it has towards the brutality which battered it?
After all I only see the sheer desire
to rise back before spring , to bloom lovely flowers
to bare tasty fruits, above all
to live again!
And, here leaves the thick black fog
Covered my heart all the while
A ray of hope shimmers like sunshine in me
To rise -to live and live!
Date : 07 November 2020
Contest: After the Hurricane Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
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