Avalanche starts with

One sound

The world reaches its

Tipping point

And falls right over

Falls from the peak

In headlong fury

Plunges down to

Destruction

Leaves everything buried

Homes lives hearts loves

Buried

One sound starts destruction

One foolish word brings

The world down

Around my ears

The smallest slip

And nothing is ever

The same again

Header art by T. Guzzio. Original image by Z. Grossen.

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CONNECT WITH SUZANNE:

Suzanne Boucher is a licensed Mental Health Counselor and doctoral candidate in the Boston area with a specialization in trauma and substance abuse. She writes grants and manages them in HIV prevention, and has won approximately $6.5million to date. But Suzanne also writes poetry every day. Her work focuses on mindfulness and trauma with occasional forays into lighter themes and songwriting. She has been writing poetry since she was nine years old and has no intention of stopping. Suzanne is a dedicated daily yoga practitioner with the goal of standing on her head every day at 85. She blogs at [email protected] (where "Avalanche" first appeared), and you can also find her online at www.suzanneboucherlmhc.com. 

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