The Storm

Carried in, just a babe, a new home awaits.
New sights, smells, places to explore.
New places to play, hide, seek.
New friends, new fun.
But life has a funny way of changing.
The second you're comfortable, it wants to change.
Grab a toy, get down stairs, to safety in the room.
Hide from the storm; maybe it won't see me.
The night that changed me; my life.
Windows smashing like sheets of ice,
Walls breaking down, like thunder all around
Chimneys splashing down.
Waking up, afraid to leave,
Afraid to stay.
Coming out, seeing the storm's work.
Now unsure, of where we would now call home.
Packing, leaving the familiar
Going to a new house, but not a home.
Time moves on, passing like a roaring river,
Building again,
Clang, bang, crash!
My home being built again
Rising like the morning sunrise
Finally, after waiting through the storm
Home again.

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