Tick tock, sound of her clock
Water splashes all over her.
Washing her face and body,
Rinsing the dirt that clung to her.
She got dressed,
and packed her things,
Looked in the mirror,
“I'm ready”.
She hopped into the car,
And sat in the passenger seat.
Plugged earphones
and played some beats.
Through the window she looked,
Watching people, trees, smoke, and houses,
All recovering from the storm.
Even saw her own reflection, all stoic, devoid of emotion.
The sun was still up, but beginning to set.
She looked at it with nothingness from her eyes.
Her lips parted, struck by awe,
But ache lingered through her heart.
The sun shone a marvelous light,
It was serene, melancholic, but golden.
A beauty she couldn’t fathom.
But she knows deep inside, something touched her heart.
—A quiet warmth and lasting peace.
