𝑆𝑢𝑧𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒ఌ

They call it the calm before the storm.

I call it, the times when you think you’re ok,

When in truth,

It’s just not as bad as it has been,

Or rather, as it could be.

And we can see the waves coming.

From a distance.

The wind, the rain, the waves.

They said we should evacuate, 

But right now, the inevitable seems unreal.

We’ve survived worse than this,

We’ll risk it. 

We’ll risk not preparing,

We’ll risk people thinking it’s our own fault when we have flooded homes.

We are willing to take that chance,

We think we are strong.

We know nothing other than our past. 

We don’t seem to realize the past is not the future.

We remember the times the storms were coming but passed us by.

We remember the times when the storm came, and we survived with barely a scratch.

We forget that a scratch can turn into a gaping trench.

We forget the future is not the past.

We know we should get out early,

Or be more prepared.

But we don’t seem to care. 

So we stay.

We don’t change our ways.

If we’re going to die in the end anyway,