“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Truths and Metaphors


tornado wipe out
roofs, walls, foundations, and more
falling in a heap

earthquake upheaval
most solid footing shredded
wounds needing healing

survivors stumbling
arms stretched out and seeking help
walking in a daze


Muffie said...

Every time I see victims of these disasters, my heart breaks. I stand in awe when I observe their resilience. I have my own battles to fight, but they seem so small in comparison.

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Muff, yes, their tragedy seems unimaginably hard. Tragedies are difficult to rank, though, in terms of their impact. That may be, in part, because the impact is ultimately always felt individually. In that sense, these and other tragedies can serve as a metaphor for MS.