This is how it feels when the ground shakes
beneath your feet, dropping off, disappearing.
That person you thought the world of,
just screwed you over and left you lying
in the dust. But that face in the crowd
those dark eyes, the enchanting smile
is more good than bad,
less strange and more kin. For once,
the world is not in your hands.
You do not toss the earth from hand
to hand, wishing for the clouds.
This is how it feels when the tornado strikes
into your heart and leaves unsettled
trees flipped and home destroyed.
Pick yourself up and build a new home,
dig new roots, look up towards the heavens
and know, just know,
this is how it feels.
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