Where O Where

I heard my parents and others talk about Hurricane Betsy. Listening to their stories
I could not imagine how it would be. I never thought it would happen to me.

When Hurricane Katrina came I said, “Now I see”. When it happened I wondered, “How could this be? Will I survive?” I see darkness gross darkness. Am I still alive?

What’s that I hear? With my thoughts running wild in the mist of the silence, “Do I hear someone calling? As I listen to the silence.

So much devastation all around, to my right to me left there’s no one to be found. I thought I saw an oasis of dry land in the twilight. From dusk to dawn from morning to night more and more water but still no one in sight.
Am I hallucinating? Is there any refuge to be found? I see nothing but water all around. It’s just my imagination in my anticipation, for there’s been much loss suffered. There is quiet yet no peace no vacation no relaxation. Just my earnest expectation to be rescued from the situation.

Can I be helped? Will I be helped? If so, where oh where is it? I thought help had come but instead it was a diversion

F ooling
E veryone
M asking, money issues, madness and mayhem
A n atmosphere created with havoc, confusion and frustration.

For morning has come and I am still alive. As long as I am breathing, I will fight to survive. No longer will I wait for the tides to subside. I shall plunge into the deep waters once contained by the levees. I will swim to find shore though the waters maybe heavy. And, if the current shall take me under, I will go down fighting in the struggle and plunder. For I am on my own, no one to call unable to use my Verizon. Until then, with my will to live in tow I will swim, knowing there is land at the end of every horizon.

Author: SMHolliday
Hurricane Katrina Survivor/Victor