Death is like a hurricane,
Sudden and all at once,
Once the storm has passed,
You try to process,
You spend hours upon hours looking for the reason behind it,
Even if that reason is in bold letters right in front of you,
The letters spell out HURRICANE,
But how could that be?
How could something as beautiful as the sea,
Capture my loved ones away from me?

How could I feel the emptiness that I feel,
When I’m sitting alongside the beach?
One by one I watch every one of my toes disappear into the sand,
Almost like they were never there,
But who cares?
Because when somebody dies away,
Their whole story changes,
Those that ridiculed the dead,
Pretend they were best friends,
For the pity,
For the fame,
For the prize of knowing a tragedy in real life.

The sea has risen to a higher level,
It is done fighting the battle we all try to win,
After years and years of shipwrecks and shark attacks,
The sea needed to see the empathy and compassion,
They were not receiving,
And so they proceeded to create a storm,
In order for all of our selfish ambitions to come from a place of grieving,
The sea has found its voice,
The hurricane has made us believe,
That there is always something more,
Than what we see inside bold letters on the top of a paragraph,
There is more to death than blood and a hard past,
There is more to remembering than a newspaper article,
There is more to everyone’s story than their last memory,
And there always will be.

My hurricane doesn’t define me,
My hurricane outlines me,
It’s my job to fill in the rest of what’s inside me,
I’m putting my hurricane to a rest,
It’s time for me to write the rest of my story,
Without my past hanging over me,
Goodbye hurricane,
You are done controlling me.