Waves and Spells

In the End

As we reach the mainland, I hear people screaming, crying, and talking over each other. We all are bundled under a shelter made of rock. Many of us look out onto our neighborhood that has become a wreck. Wooden panels and slats that once stood as the walls of families' houses are piled messily on top of each other. Hard-earned belongings are being thrown into the water and toss in the waves. Individuals that have any kind of medical experience help out those who have been injured.
I thought this could be bad, but not this detrimental. Everything I knew - gone. And for what? Another statistic in an argument for action against climate change. From where I am, I can't do much, but somewhere in this big world there must be someone who can do something. Maybe they remain inactive because climate change isn't affecting them directly. However, it is affecting me. We never had something this bad on my island and it seems like it will only get worse.
All I know is that one day, this horror that came into my life and island will spread across the world and reach every living soul. Perhaps then they will realize that this was serious - is serious - and all that's left are droughts and fires or waves and spells.