Earthquakes no longer feel so foreign to my body, or so I thought.

As I sit here anxiety rising, my hands tremble even stronger than my body.

Terrified for what could become of me

my head swivels, trying to make sense of my surroundings.

I can recognize nothing around me with the damage done

This war had seemed over

The dust settles

The last few walls crumble, letting in the cast of light

A light so bright, not even my shadow could exist in its presence

Then as the glimmers of light settles into my eyes I understand

I look around to see nothing, had truly changed although

Earthquakes truly no longer feel so foreign to my body