These are the moments when I am OK.
These little moments are what make me want to stay.
The moments when everything is polished, and perfect,
Every little crevice and corner, scrubbed with bleach.
The storm has passed and the house has been re-built.
I only wish that I didn’t live on a fault line,
Over a hot spot and near the sea.
This is a place where the temperature is immeasurable,
And a hurricane is never far behind.
Sometimes I love it here,
Other times I buy plane tickets and run to the airport.
The flight is always cancelled.
So I take a seat, and pray for the storm clouds to pass.
On awful occasion, I have to strap myself to a tree,
Just to keep from disappearing.
I hold on tight and shut my eyes.
Although I’m terrified,
I’m no longer able to scream.
Although I am devastated,
The tears refuse to fall.
I have become a part of this place,
Tossed around and broken, but never completely destroyed.
The tree that keeps me alive is grounded,
It’s sturdy and will never fall,
No matter how violently the winds blow.
That is what I cling to.
It fills me with a sense of hope for this wretched place.
This tree is what fuels my strength,
It feed my will to go on.
So I won’t give up.
One day this place will be paradise,
And no one will ever want to leave.