Dear Sandy

ice sheets eyes open to darkness wrapped in fog of disaster water rising and ashes burnt buildings and sirens. Demolition of hope. Ambition to go forth. But it's quiet for the smiles tears like rain in the dessert. Got seeds that won't grow. No water to revive , and even with the sun out light seems hard to see. Dressed in distress.Entangled In confusion. Media misconception. But there's no wrong perception when they think they confessing the next felon. forget the human sympathy the what if scenario to a desperate measure .no walls to harbor your skin . No food to feed the soul. Destruction and disruption catastrophe to the core of the word. But smiles from a stranger a hand from a unknown neighbor . Hope from a far. Home in my heart. Vessels of change no predictions of tomorrow but firm in today. Because I'm still here but I need a revival within. U see I don't want the precedent cases of before me before this time . I want the answers of my now not a mystery of where my head is to lay of when my pennies can transform into bills. And when do my bootstraps get pulled up?because after all this is America.and the news is showing us I mean they replay clips over and over like a broken record. Only if they knew that my heart breaks constantly like the constant shattering of class.only if they knew that I am "Sandy" I am the embodiment of all of her wind the combined drops of her rain combined together to bring this solid tear down my face. The twisted roots and tattered leaves, the uprooting from a solid foundation to a chaotic state.