Ripples.

Ripples.

 Exiled from a place that was once home, tumultuous cycles, aching fractures, alternating states of mind; a no man's land became the new oasis. Setting roots, planting one's head on the soft patch of comfort and resolution. The much needed peace and stability was just setting in. The views were becoming stunning, the new mindset was strong, familiarity and all that came with  a brazen venture out onto uncharted territory restored the decrepit being. Just as the foundation was being laid down, ripples from the previous storm came rolling in. Shaking and disrupting the balance that for once was discovered. The effects of these ripples still strong, manage to strike a chord; to make one still mourn the past and yet also encourages to continue building on top of broken bones and ashes. As this oasis needed a reminder of what was left behind, and what is to be expected in the future. Ripples that wash over, leaving a bitter taste across the tongue, and a sear on the skin; ripples that were once welcomed are merely acknowledge at this point. Standing upon the edge of the oasis, back turned towards the storm a new home built upon rivers of tears, broken parts, and new hopes.  Ripples although triggering now nourish the soul and makes the oasis that much more of a sanctuary and a working progress.