Isla De Desamor

A poem

(Photo by Alexis Antonio on Unsplash)

Your love crashed into me

like waves upon a shore

in the middle of a hurricane.

I struggled to hold onto

all the things rooted in me-

the fruitful trees

the hidden shells

the peaceful life

buried beneath my sand.

But I was no match for your tides,

that became painfully evident

in the destruction you left

when the wind blew

and pushed you away,

onto the next colorful island.

Your love destroyed my coast

but now that you’ve gone

life has begun to emerge again.

Birds chirp triumphantly

as they fly above small sprouts

that will again become giants;

My murky shores have begun to clear

and the beauty beneath

has begun to peek through

warmed by the sun,

and slowly I begin to thrive

once more.