Journal Sessions: Earthquake Poem

~ Best read aloud~

Sometimes, when the windows shake

or my heart beats so loud and the sound that it makes

pounding my chest the whole room in a quake,

drifting between worlds half-asleep, half-awake.

I'm certain everything is crumbling,

our destruction for nature's sake.

In my state there's no use for my eyes

I can tell by the cold that you're not by my side

and the further I fall into this world of despair,

my heart, it beats louder, as I grab for more air.

Where are you? I wonder, are you scared too?

Will you remember the place? Do you know what to do?

And then silence. It stops.

Did anyone feel it? My eyes they fly open.

Destruction, reveal it.

But my books are all safely neat on their shelves.

No sirens or screams or ringing of bells.

No smoke and no fire, except my desire,

to be with my love and know we're together.

~ I wrote this poem all at once as soon as I woke up one morning. That night there was an earthquake in Southern California, nearby where I grew up. Spooky right?~