Cracking

Parting clouds stir

with my rising emotions.

This day brings forth a holocaust

within

a sun burned to ash

and a moon prevailing

this heart of soot.

 

I lead:

one foot,

then the other.

I feel:

one tear

then another.

 

My hair slicked

from rain

darkened with grease,

wavers in the wind

 

This storm continues to bubble

within

I see

but I am

just a faint whisper

telling myself who I really am:

a leaf tumbling in the vast reservoir of nature.

 

 

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