I read a blog today that reminded me of Hurricane / Super Storm Sandy. The storm touched my life in two places that I live, and it touched my life by pounding my heart the way her waves pounded the shore.
I wrote a few poems at the time, and as I am usually guided in the way that I show you things, it seems like a good time to present them.
The storm was raging a battle and hurt many people. I was personally raging my own battle and, I am sure, hurt many people. It is unfortunate that there is collateral damage when a person ventures on the path of healing.
This poem was written 11/7/12
SS SANDY
And the fury of hell was unleashed by her
Nothing in her path was safe
Years of hurt welled up inside her
The only place it could go was out
Out and through, tearing buildings and boards and walls and homes
The force was so great no man could have stopped her
No thought could have held her
No promise could have tamed her
She sought relief
She held it all back so long her own power within scared her too
She just let it go
And maybe she feels sorry for the devastation she caused
But she couldn’t help it
She couldn’t hold it
She couldn’t feel it
She just let go
Now she is beautiful again
She tries not to think about it anymore
She is sorry that her own pain was more important than that of all others
She weeps a little
Her friends look different to her
Because they are
They could never
Will never, be the same
She doesn’t make excuses
How could there possibly be one that could explain what happened
She owns it
Possibly puts back a little of what was taken
But knows deep down that
No one
No thing
Will ever be the same
Blessitude
4/27/14
Lorrie, this poem touched me deeply, and I understand it so well. Growth breaks new ground as roots spread and stalks grow strong. It’s for the health of the plant that it does so. Surrounding plants must stretch to seek firmer ground or be swept away by the wind.
Thank you Susan. I love what you have written. You get exactly what I felt when I wrote this (when I reread this.) Yes, some of my surrounding plants were swept away by the wind. And while it is sad, it is so. I am so grateful for my healing, and I wish I could fix the broken plants…but that is their journey. Many blessings to you 🙂
Poignant. Sad that life situations brings us to such a state. Thanks for sharing. vw
Yes…it is not always easy to see the blessings in the dark times…but they are there. Thank you for being there! 🙂
God bless Ms. Bowden. vw
What a beautiful poem about healing and letting go! When we have kept things bottled up for a long time then it can sometimes come out like that, it just boils over. Some people cry some people rage, some people do both. What I love the most about the poem is how much self-love and self-acceptance it carries. There is no self-blame in the poem, and no hiding away, I love that. It is a very powerful poem. And I think, when a hurricane has swept through someplace and wiped out everything, then we should decide to build the place up to be even more beautiful, and with an even stronger foundation so it can withstand heavier blows in the future 🙂 In this way, the hurricane has not left a trace of sadness and loss, but a trace of renewal, strength and beauty. 🙂
So beautiful Line. I love that you recognized the self love, and lack of self blame. The poem started out in reference to the storm but I immediately saw that it was about me too. All of it was very emotional…but I learned a lot about myself. I agree about rebuilding…isn’t that what we do with ourselves, as well, after an emotional storm? Thank you for always going to the depths of my writing! 🙂