One year has passed since last
I felt the rumble of
an earthquake coming.
Vibrations grew, I knew
that soon my house would crumble
to the floor.
As pictures crashed I dashed
toward the staircase leading
down to safety.
But fast I fell as hell
broke loose around me
until all was still.
For months I lay, no ray
of sunlight touched my weak
and battered body.
I know not why, but I
one day began to heal
and grow in strength.
Eventually, debris
gave way as I climbed inch
by inch to freedom.
My body, pale and frail,
felt light as air when I
broke through the rubble.
I left to find a kind
and gentler soil on which
to build a home.
My home now built won’t wilt
when rumblings shake the earth
beneath its beams.
For I have gained through pained
defeats the strength to stand
when all else falls.
