Roofless

I have yet to understand, whether
after the storm
has torn my life asunder,
I am more exposed to the murderous elements,
or have been provided
more room
to fly.

About this poem

I’ve had my life blown up a few times. I don’t like it. It leaves me uncomfortable, and yes, I will admit it, frightened. But in the end, those times were the beginning of new and wonderful adventures. So now when it happens, I live in this place of half fear, half expectation.

Tom