before devastation
life was grand.
i was okay.
i did well enough on my own.
i was learning that i could open up to people, that i could trust.
my world had color and life and happiness.
during devastation
my world burned and turned to ashes around me.
my very own pompeii.
but instead of a volcano,
my best friend was the cause of my suffering.
my world turned to gray and sickly green.
i saw no escape.
after devastation
it has been almost 2 1/2 months.
the colors are returning
though that best friend is not.
a new one in his place makes everything so much better.
flowers will be blooming soon,
and i think i will be too.
