Tornado, Poem

Tornado

A tornado of emotion tears through my body,
Through my heart.
Unexpected. Unpredicted.
Leaving in its wake mass rubble,
Destruction. Grief.
The embers of the ruins confused,
Not knowing whether to rekindle,
Or whether to suffocate, to smoulder.
My love, my life, my comfort,
GONE.
I dig through the ashes and reminisce,
Salvaging what I can.
I gather the pieces of my past,
Holding strong to the incomplete puzzle.
I search to find the missing pieces.
No success.
They were swallowed by the violent windstorm.
Gone forever.
Never forgotten.
Did I do something to deserve this?
Is this my fault?
Then why act as if I’m a victim?
A victim has no power.
I am stronger than any natural disaster.
Can I throw out the old and incomplete?
Can I Start anew?
I create my pieces, not dwell on my incomplete puzzle.
I place the partial puzzle in a box.
I put it on my shelf,
Revisiting occasionally.
Not dwelling.
Maybe the next puzzle will be more vivid.
More gorgeous than ever imagined.
Or maybe not.
I don’t know.
I only know what I see now.
I will never know more than that.
A Mystery.
To Tomorrow…

© Crystal Abeel

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