Simon Ngara

Rookie (Kenya)

The Hurricane - Poem by Simon Ngara

Without any warnings, it appeared
Acting without any emotions
Destroying everything on its path
Sending me into a wild spin
Turning everything in my life upside down
Into a dark vortex of the unknown
All I had toiled for down the drain
Of wounds and deep painful cuts
All that it left

Now it’s gone
All I treasured destroyed
Nothing to call my own
To harsh weather, it left me out
Exposed to the cold blizzard
I coiled myself to keep warm
How i longed for my warm house

Of healing scars, all that is left
A reminder of the hurricane
A lesson learnt, the hard way
Always trust your instincts, I think
Time has passed, and I a witness
I survived the hurricane, for time is a healer of all wounds

From the barren earth, I start all over
A new house to keep me warm
A house to call my own
A house to keep the harsh weather out
Life must go on, for the sun does not wait for even a king

A stare at my new beautiful house
A crescent smile fills my face
Its beauty, a site to behold
The gloomy face fades away
For the first time since the hurricane
A heart full of joy and tenderness
A light of hope for a brighter future
Life is not so bad after all, i think
A cruel deed, paid back with tender love and kindness, and that’s the balance of fate

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 18, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 18, 2011


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