Giving no heed to warnings, no preparations in sight
Gusty gale force winds tore through a home that night
The damages were horrendous as one might imagine
How would they rebuild from such a lamentable tragic
Looking through the home to salvage what was lost
In the corner was a figure that took them off guard
A picture of the child at a peaceful point in time
Now the child is older and, on a rough decline
They saw you in the storm clueless how to reach you
Others were around but none could make the rescue
You cried and cried for help all throughout the day
No matter how hard one tried even close you were far away
Fighting through the turmoil twisting all around
All efforts to calm you were quickly shut down
Watching you unfold unraveling from your storm
One had to ponder “is this your daily norm?”
You were a Her in cain, tumultuous like the wind
A category five unstoppable til the end
No one listening, no one caring, no relief in sight
How to stop this cantankerous spirit one wondered that night
“Peace, Be Still” said the Lord to the wind
Immediately the squall calmed and all was quiet again
A soothing voice, a listening ear are robust tools to share
For the one in their torment this seems hard to bear
To immobilize this anger and bring a sense of calm
Try walking, writing poetry or creating a new song
Board games were played to develop social skills
Not always winning, losing became a thrill
Comradery and laughter are good for the soul
Even in the hardest times try to gain control
Give someone an ear who needs to be heard
Or give someone a pen so they can write their words
Give someone laughter so they can have cheer
Or give someone a song for others can hear
Give to the Her In Cain relief
So one in distress can have some peace
*slang “someone raising cain”; behaving in a disruptive way
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At the time Local Gems announced Submissions for Hurricane Relief, Elizabeth saw a report of a teenager in distress and was compelled to write about an internal hurricane that had no relief. As an aunt, godmother, and volunteer with youth services, she often provided relief for youth and realized, although she couldn’t reach this youth, maybe this poem would be a relief to someone.
Gusty gale force winds tore through a home that night
The damages were horrendous as one might imagine
How would they rebuild from such a lamentable tragic
Looking through the home to salvage what was lost
In the corner was a figure that took them off guard
A picture of the child at a peaceful point in time
Now the child is older and, on a rough decline
They saw you in the storm clueless how to reach you
Others were around but none could make the rescue
You cried and cried for help all throughout the day
No matter how hard one tried even close you were far away
Fighting through the turmoil twisting all around
All efforts to calm you were quickly shut down
Watching you unfold unraveling from your storm
One had to ponder “is this your daily norm?”
You were a Her in cain, tumultuous like the wind
A category five unstoppable til the end
No one listening, no one caring, no relief in sight
How to stop this cantankerous spirit one wondered that night
“Peace, Be Still” said the Lord to the wind
Immediately the squall calmed and all was quiet again
A soothing voice, a listening ear are robust tools to share
For the one in their torment this seems hard to bear
To immobilize this anger and bring a sense of calm
Try walking, writing poetry or creating a new song
Board games were played to develop social skills
Not always winning, losing became a thrill
Comradery and laughter are good for the soul
Even in the hardest times try to gain control
Give someone an ear who needs to be heard
Or give someone a pen so they can write their words
Give someone laughter so they can have cheer
Or give someone a song for others can hear
Give to the Her In Cain relief
So one in distress can have some peace
*slang “someone raising cain”; behaving in a disruptive way
_______________________________________________________________
At the time Local Gems announced Submissions for Hurricane Relief, Elizabeth saw a report of a teenager in distress and was compelled to write about an internal hurricane that had no relief. As an aunt, godmother, and volunteer with youth services, she often provided relief for youth and realized, although she couldn’t reach this youth, maybe this poem would be a relief to someone.
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