You built your house hoping to
build a life that could nestle
inside it, safe from the storms
that the sea keeps throwing your
way, and you built your houses,
hoping to turn them into homes,
into places you could raise your
family, places you could grow
old, places you could exist safely,
and now that very home has been
torn apart- the winds circled your
coasts like wolves surround their
prey, they reduced entire buildings
and livelihoods to rubble, took
the electricity taken for granted
and reduced it to futile sparks-
but you’ll rebuild, this is not
the first time your country has
been lashed by stubborn storms,
and this will not be the last, but
each time, you will rebuild, your
will to survive will never turn to
ash, so as long as you’re alive,
you will fight. When there are no
houses to turn to, you will create
a home in yourself, in your
community, in your strength that
remains- your buildings might
shake, might fall, might be reduced
to mere debris, but you shall
remain standing, like you always
have. Like you always will.
