Earthquake

It will take ten years

To rebuild after the damage

Of a few minutes,

The newsman said.

That sounds about right

From what I know of shake-ups.

My world was rocked

I was shaken to the core

And all hope spilled out

Like debris on the sidewalk

Of my life.

The structure

That had once seemed so safe

So secure

Wasn't.

And I'm still rebuilding

Using the debris to mend fences

Or build new ones.

(I'm not sure which.)

Sometimes it’s just easier

To throw a tarp over the emotion

Like a gaping hole

While I wait for another aftershock.

I suppose I should

Gather my few belongings

And move back in.

I just don't know if I can trust

Another dwelling made by man.

I can see

The foundation is still there.

We’ll rebuild from the inside out.

It may be the only way to restoration.