I am not the person I was a year ago.

I cannot grasp the dark world around me.

The changes within the home I love.

The pain palpable,

it permeates every breeze.

It beats in every heart

including my own.

A warning beat like

a ceremonial drum.

I am safe, unharmed.

My bones are not a part

of the Maui world.

I am an interloper.

An Invader, a settler.

But my heart bleeds.

It aches from every cell.

My tears always at the ready.

No words can

fill this new void.

I wail in the darkness,

feeling more tenuous than ever.

Safety gone.

Hope set ablaze.

Lying in ash.

All that was, is no more.

I am not who I used to be.