Yesterday,
or what seemed like yesterday,
the day everything went black.

the winds flooded my ears with noise
the cold bit at my bones
the cyclone grew at a monstrous pace.

its mouth swallowed my home
my family
my happiness.

then it left,
like it hadn't torn away everything i needed to survive,
without a backward glance.

Today,
I've been left in this barren land,
strewn with memories of the past.

the old swing i used to play on,
i can almost hear my laughter,
as daddy pushed me higher and higher.

the tree i used to climb,
i can almost hear mummy screaming at me to come down even when i pretend i can't hear,
even though the tree itself has been torn up by the roots.

i wish i could go back to yesterday,
hold all the things i love close to my heart,
and let myself die with them.

at least then,
i wouldn't have to deal with
an uncertain tomorrow.


A/N: okay so this came out quite fine, as in, even though i kinda took my sis' idea from her poem on the tsunami, but i changed perspective, and used the cyclone instead.
sniffsniff, God bless the survivors
moira out