Pressure

The winds raging, water pouring

washing away, tearing apart,

all that was left on the ground.

The earth shook, the volcanoes erupted

burning away, collapsing down,

all that was left untouched.

The oceans rose to take a peek,

to claim anything else that was left.

While She stared down from the clouds to assess,

what to rebuild, what to forget.

She jumped from cloud to cloud excited,

rebuilding, now, became a new opportunity!

To become someone new, to become someone

infallible, infallible to the temporariness

of the constantly changing Organism.

If the Pressure were kept inside, it would

kill the Organism, so it shook, cried, roared and

erupted; to return to Tenderness, at least,

for now.

 

 

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