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The tsunami took me out.
The fear it created.The buildings lost their bricks, the trees were uprooted and debris covered the streets. My fields were sodden and the crops failed to grow.
But my foundations held. They were built by the people who love me. They were built with concrete and stone. The strength of them wasn’t shattered or tarnished. In the tsunami all I had were those foundations.
Now I rebuild. New buildings of my own design, without others input. I walk the streets and I clean up the debris. I create new statues to marvel at and focus on the challenge of rebuilding.
But occasionally I see a picture of how things were before. I loved it before. I nurtured and grew a whole world there. But in the photos you can see the tsunami coming. It came so slowly I didn’t see the danger, but it’s in all the pictures. I was blind. I was happy to be blind.
I see the damage of the Tsunami now. It’s in the back of my head and it’s memory coils round my heart. If I think about the tsunami too long it brings itself to life inside my mind.
Other people don’t understand how you couldn’t see the tsunami. I don’t understand how I didn’t either.
I fear that I will rebuild and be surprised by a new tsunami. Once again blind to it. Once again to have to rebuild.And I’m okay. Because I can and will rebuild.
But I shouldn’t have had too.
And I hate tsunamis. -
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