do you ever wonder how great flash floods are?
they destroy houses, break windows and hearts. kill people and wound much.
before you judge me, which I presume you'd be, I don't enjoy all these happening
what I do want to focus on is what happens then afterwards
what do I mean? what I am saying?
grieve. grieve after grieve. grieve that stays wherever you go
however you try to let it go.
it can be mean. it can be deceiving.
do you ever wonder how great flash floods are?
my repeating of the question might spark a fire in your heart to hate me
or curse my name
hold on.
as I've written grieve is not easy.
I may have not experienced it before like you have
how flash floods and calamities took everything and never even bothered
to apologize
went on like a thief. went on and left you behind.
but I have seen. I see. I empathize and it drowns me
I ache for you.
I may have never felt the magnitude of what you've been through but
I am here to tell you it's okay.
do you ever wonder how great flash floods are?
they make people aware of the need to come together as one
help one another and mend hearts.
it strongly swept you away but it wildly strengthened you
I'm sure you know
it left scars but it reminds you of victories and memories of the people you love
never forgotten
I'm sure you know
do you ever wonder how great flash floods are?
the aftermath is people building up each other.
those who encountered the same, feel the same, feel the need to help
the same.
those who encountered less
"the more privileged"
feel the same to help and give and reach out
flash floods
bring us together without us even knowing it.
some times we need that. we need times to render love and generosity.
flash floods are in fact hurtful.
but they are also opportunities.
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