About Second Storms Poem by Esther Hadassah Sendeza

I wont lie,
First storms hit hard,
They shatter everything in sight,
And they confuse your mind.
They leave you wondering,
Feeling your pulse now and again,
Just to make sure you are really alive.

Paranoia,
Fear,
A blurry sight...
You cannot believe that you survived.

See, first storms also build ammunition,
They sculpt your body for war,
First by renewing your mind,
Then by building an army within you,
An army that is always ready.

So tell me again about second storms,
Will the soldier survive?
Experience.
Similarity.
A step out of schizophrenia.

Likeness brings advantage,
The soldier, has survived before,
So this storm is not about survival,
This storm is about killing the enemy.