scupper

the life we build
the love we seek
the homes
the hearts
the hands
reach out
to grasp at straws
but look around and see
that bombs are dropped
waters rise
tempests rage
and we,
we are subject to them all
as the universe demands
and all it takes is just one day
to scupper all our plans
we are not our circumstance
we are not the fall
we are the phoenix
if so we choose to be
yet while we know
that we will rise
the flames burn terribly
to make us ash
in preparation
but this we must endure
to fly again