(Close your mind’s eye for a moment
And walk with me through the Haiti aftermath)
Imagine the roof above
Becoming the ground you would tread upon,
In a matter of minutes.
And in an instant….
Fear had a relentless leash on your psyche.
And everything that you owned or place you called home
Seeped like sand in the crevices of your hands.
Can you see yourself?
Lying beside
Countless bodies that died,
As if you signed up to fight in a war?
Cause every step that you make
Is a deep intake……..
Of the stench of death that looms through the air…
Nowhere….is safe
Can you envision…
Your home being prison
And the people you live with
Going insane?
You want it to cease
But your nightmare remains….
See…
Hell is no longer a figment
Its now just inches
Away from your fingers…your nose,
And where darkness folds, it scoffs
While good memories taunt your emotional state.
Still you think of a getaway place in your head
To take your mind off the bread
That could possibly satisfy your hunger
Your daughter….
Is your fondest thought
But also the saddest
And as you remember your daughter’s cries
You look up your eyes
To hold back your tears of grief….,
Cover yourself with a cemented sheet
You use for comfort
Thinking why have I suffered
This terrible catastrophe.
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After trying to image the hurt, pain and scenes.....I could not begin to image what the Haitians are going through. As I take a deep breath, I thank God for keeping my family and I safe. Although there is hurt and pain this to shall pass. I pray as the healing begin and the hurt is not as painful that we are still including the Haitians in out prayers.
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