Tsunami

Tsunami

On March 11th a large Tsunami hit the Northeastern Japan, there was a series of great tsunami waves that devastated many coastal areas of the country. The number of the confirmed deaths is 15,891 and more than 2,500 people are still reported missing.

The wave of horror still floods back into me with every breath I take. My head, pounding to the rhythm of trees demolishing into the ground. Souls of hope swallowed up into a sea of suffering. It broke me.   

There I slept in the scorching summer of the north pacific coast of Japan. I woke up to the luminous rays of light, piercing through the blinds onto my sleeping body. The echoes of the tunes of twittering birds weaned into a morning melody, it was a lullaby of perfection. I eagerly flung on any item of clothing closest to my restless feet; a prissy buttoned down shirt, paired with some sandy stained shorts.   

My feet impatiently tore me away to the Saturday streets of the town of Kapu, vibrations of scattering feet ascended through my spine.  The stench of sweat lodged into my nose and the sound of buzzing engines impeded my eardrums.

An army of crying birds scattered about above my head. Rapidly, a destructive sound of terror boomed from the distance. The wild beats of my anxious heart had deafened my head as I witnessed a canopy of trees collapse from afar. At first, one by one each curious head turned in awe to witness the demolition of the ground around us. The silence only lasted a few seconds until a flood of reality had hit; chaos filled the air.

A colossal crash emerged North of the towns local fishing market. Unconfined, the wild creature of fire refused to be tamed; it grew more and more wild by each second. Blazing smoke had infectiously surfaced and diseased the flawless air.

My shocked eyes could barely catch the thriving wave in battle. Carnivorous for destruction, I witnessed as the predator devoured each scrap in its path, the beast become more urged to crave more sorrow.

Screams of anxious, desperate, frantic voices obliterated my eardrums. My feet tore me through the hysterical crowd; weeps of deserted children clouded my head. My hands instantly clung onto a steel pole as I heard the wave of destruction emerge and swallow the surrounding shrieks.