I was there .. I saw it .. the cracks, the rumbling, the ominous drill, the rubble dust , the grit, the perspiration.
I was there, I saw it, the falling , the demolition, the tumbling, the crushing of concrete onto each other to create the cloud of despair.
I was there, I saw it … the tears, the out-stretched hands, the hopeful eyes looking for their loved ones, hoping to come out of the haze.
I was there, I saw it .. the void, the nothingness, the reality that sunk with a shearing pain, knowing that the loved ones are finally not coming out of the dissipating cloudy haven of hope
I was there and as I looked, A tiny flower sticking it head out from the mayhem, looking out at the chaos, unknowingly and that’s when I finally saw it.