I will never understand the earth.
How is it, that a thing so wild and deadly and beautiful can
Soak up my rage
Like a summer storm?
The earth could kill me
But instead, it cradles me when my hands shake and
Lets me scream myself raw.
It is here, in a vast canyon of green
That I hear my voice echo back and it finally sounds
Like me.
I called to the earth and it swallowed me whole,
gave itself to me and
I gave it my pain and anger and fear and
It grew flowers in the burned and broken places.
YOU ARE READING
poems from the darkroom
PoetryI can't always say how I feel, but collecting poems from the corners of my brain and the millions of half-full notebooks makes me feel a little better. I hope you can relate to them, or at least be distracted from life for a moment :)
