Hurricane Maria

Maria, you’re a time machine

You were in my present

You took me to the past

And you taught me to think on the future

 

In my tropical island

I have never seen such destruction

 

I was afraid I would not have any food

That the power would take long to come back

But it was my family that worried me the most.

When will I see them again?

Was all I could think about in that moment.

 

We all needed a way to kill time,

But time was already dead.

It died as we waited in the long lines at the gasoline station

It died as we waited for the supermarkets to open

It died as we waited for the power to come back

It died as we celebrated new years in absolute darkness

 

We enjoyed ourselves despite the chaos

And appreciated the little things we had

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community

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