Just thought I would share a poem I wrote when I was 14 years old about my experience of living through a major tornado that destroyed my family's mobile home in February of 2008. My mother, my sister, our 2 dogs and I were inside the mobile home when the tornado came through. Let me know what you think of the poem.

That Night 

Tossed and turned, thrown in the air. Laying on the ceiling, does anyone care? Powerlines everywhere, gas leaks spewing. Knowing it's real, hoping it's a dream. My heart all shattered, nothing like it seems. Some days I'm happy, most days I cry. Nothing much to do, so in the bed I lie. As I open up my front door, and view out into the world, I see nothing but garbage and remains of my home. Wishing I could get away and the devil would leave me alone. I pray that God takes care of me and lets me live long. Hoping soon that all of this will just be gone. I know it will get better soon, and life will get easier because I've already talked to my maker and I know He will always be near.