holes in my soul

The waves crash beyond their usual shorelines ravaging the proud stately cliffside homes that we once so seek after. We stared as the surpassing waves swallowed all in its way, merciless, and without prejudice. All was quiet. No one made a sound, no one spoke, no one screamed. If they were screaming it was on the inside, because shock has consumed all ability to move or make a sound. The sound of the waves crashing faded into the background as the deafening silence of breaking hearts rang in the ears of all like white noise. Unending white noise. And the inevitable sickness came next, the sickness caused by the helplessness and hopelessness that caused knees to weaken and finally when the hopelessness struck the deepest chord wounding the souls of the many that stood, the child cries in fear breaking the silence and forcing the reality to pierce open the grieve that was hiding behind shock. And the world cried, tears streamed as it broke into pieces.

The ones who have gone before them looked down from the heavens and held back their tears so it does not rain, but lightning bolts across the skies, and thunder shouted its loudest in years. The heavens are hurting, and must hold back for the world, as it breaks, will have to stand up again, for if it does not, its wounds will remain, gaping wide open. It is just the way it is.

The old lady stops crying and picks up the child. She turns around as the angry waves receded. She walked out and whispered to the child, its over now stop crying. She knew exactly what needed to be done, as if she heard the heavens whisper. Her aching heart braces itself for it has been broken many time before, it can hold this one last grief. She turns back to the people and said, let us pick up our rubbish. And the people stopped crying.

I know I am miles away, but some things wound so deep that it resonates, and I feel the pain. But did they not know, that their constant drilling has finally caused the earth to break? Did they not know that as the earth is sucked hollow, it will never be whole enough to hold us all. Did they not know, did they not know?

Our broken earth chokes. She means well, but how much more can she take before she breaks into a million pieces and leaves us all, homeless. When will they ever stop so that I will have the time to ease the pain and mend the holes in my soul?