Your disaster is a hurricane

Twirling fiercely inside you

With untamable winds that refuse to rest

You birth calm out of chaos

Your disaster is a wildfire

Furious and free, shining bright in the night

Always burning without fear of going out

You shed light in forever darkness

Your disaster is a flood

Filling all dusty plains and dry deserts

With midnight visions and journey dreams

You bring beauty out of loss

Your disaster is a volcano

With explosive rage of molten rock

Shooting and seeping and penetrating

You drape your heart around new growth 

Your disaster is a landslide

Aborting trees from their roots

Bequeathing paths of destruction down mountains

You conquer previous footsteps with optimism

 

Your disaster is an avalanche

Denying to obey gravity

Turning echoing canyons into whisperings graves

You keep serenity to hidden tempers

Your disaster is a tornado

Erasing shadows from the horizon

Catapulting life across valleys of death

You rotate the righteousness with empathy

Your disaster is an earthquake

Raging tremors crack to reveal weaknesses

Refusing resistance from the toughest structures

You always end with reconstruction generously

Your disaster is a tsunami

Torturing the unsuspecting innocent

With fury and rampage crashing upon the shore

You erase pain from solitary abyss

Your disaster is a blizzard

Blinding routes of egress

Icing and freezing without retribution

You bring children guided hope about tomorrow

Your disaster is a pandemic

Breeching agreements among the swan songs of the living

Challenging reasoning of the educated

You infect worldly ideas uninvited

Your disaster is war

Catastrophic at the very core

Edges and cults and riches and ideas

You shake disillusion aside with executed harmony

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