the fight called life

They told her she created the island herself,
so she tried to build a bridge 
to find her footing on the shaking land.

The mainland seemed safe and dear
she put in all she had, her life and love. 
Half way through
came the hurricane

The bridge was gone in a flash.
The mainland now seemed scary and distant
maybe the hurricane was godsent.

The breezes bring in fragrance 
and autumn leaves,
the mainland still beckons.

she builds no more bridges
she’s afraid of hurricanes.

©mar:ter
11/03/19