Student-MadeJan 11, 2019

The Flood

A poem by Queen Tran ’18

I was laying there

In that twilight state

Being awake

And asleep

Suddenly

The rain came

Heavy rain

The rhythmic pounding

Of the rain on the tin roof

Mesmerized,

Carried away

And holding me under

The wind blew

Through the broken pieces of my heart

It scattered the unforgettable smell of him

The wind through my heart

Blew all my fear

And loneliness

That I have held, kept, and tortured

For so long

Moaning crickets

In the middle

Of noon

They seemed to tell a story

Of the place where

I was a little girl

Dancing in the rain

With my grandpa

—Queen Tran ’18