Dust settles from the earthquake,
Hail beats down,
Tearing my roof apart without a break.
Gasping for air
Struggling to tread water
No shoreline in sight.
Relief comes from exhaustion.
Unless terror startles and breaks dreams apart.
There must be a place of peace and rest
To bask in the sun, wade in the sea
Dance on the shore.
Enjoy life for more than fleeting moments at a time.
Here is another poem of mine:
To Touch Your Face
Watching you closely as you talk to me, The urge to run my hand down your face across your cheek, It overtakes me. I…
About the Author
Jessica Archuleta writes from her life experience. She’s a Top Writer on Medium in Food, Cooking, and This Happened to Me. She also writes on culture, homeschooling, education, writing, religion, spirituality, monasticism, motherhood, parenting, and shares poetry and creative writing pieces. Jessica blogs at Every Home a Monastery and Engage the Culture and is a co-editor for One Table, One World publication.