she has always been a flame.
fearless,
relentless,
burning.
and i hoped to light her up.
but why would a flame
need to be lit up?
she's already blazing.
she's a force of nature,
and somehow i thought
i could contain her,
or at least match her fire.
but i am only a raindrop,
and she is a forest fire.
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storm chaser
Poetrya single raindrop began a raging storm, and now i am chasing that storm. i've been chasing this storm for my entire life, trying to reach it. but i know that will never happen. i am still a hurricane trapped inside a single raindrop, and i am still...
