to be known only by the damage you do to others
your arms flailing, you bring chaos
peace...quiet...solace...
wrapped in violence and destruction
your presence is announced with a booming voice
you break into our comfortable world
structured...ordered...controlled...
we cringe when we hear you coming
we flee from your presence
unsure we can withstand the onslaught
weak...fragile...small...
fear finds a home in us
we pretend that we know you
pretty names...katrina...rita...josephine...
made familiar by those who dare not face the reality of who you are
deep...chaos...leviathan...
realizing that you lose your strength
as you cross the threshold 'twixt our worlds
waning...fighting...slipping...
one last punch thrown - knowing you will lose the fight
we take it on the chin
knowing that it will hurt
but that the pain will fade with time
recovering...fighting...hoping...
CY
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