Broken Poetry

Mother Nature

Running through the fields, racing against the wind, I can feel my tears and worries slowly fall behind. The crunch of my feet upon the snow rings through the silence as my breath becomes that of a heated fog, my anger and pain slipping through the frozen air with every exhale. The voices that scream are silenced by the night sky, the stars above scattered in glorious patterns while I run under their watchful eyes. Maybe I'm 'blowing off steam' as one would call, but in my mind, I am merely turning to the mother of nature for advice. The wind howls, telling me to go faster and faster while my legs run numb. The crisp air hits my face and burns my cheeks with blissful air, bringing a rosy pink to my nose. I can feel the world around me like I've never been able to before, and that's when I realize how wonderfully our mother heals merely by letting us run free across her lands. She surrounds our very existence with her caring embrace, yet we return the favor by destroying her home, our home.

I stop in my tracks, the wind pushing for me to continue, questioning my actions. I turn and walk back up the hill, fighting the wind and snow.

My mother, I am sorry, for I will try to make the wrongs we humans do disappear like water soaking into the ground. I will save our home, our lives, and our future. I will save us all.