I don't believe in astrology, and yet its metaphors are like any other religion: useful in organizing the thoughts, in understanding the internal workings of my varying emotional states, in imagining the possibilities of relationships.
They say I'm of the earth,
Steady, slow to act,
A powerful force when moved.
Accurate so far.
But what does this mean for my relationships?
Another earth seems like the best option,
But who makes the first move?
We're Newton's First Law,
Caring, yet unmoving.
Lacking an external force to move us.
And what about those other signs?
Water drowned.
Fire scorched.
Haven't attempted air yet,
Unless an Air brushed passed without moving.
Entirely possible.
Force equals mass times acceleration
And all that.
Acceleration must be great to move me.
Energy and movement enthrall.
Yet therein lies the danger:
Great force empowers,
But it also destroys.
How to spin the core and turn the mantle to accelerate myself?
That's the question to which I don't have an answer.
Yet.
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PoetryI'm posting this looking for some feedback. Any constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated. Writing has always provided me with solace, by helping me to sort through and frame my emotional experience. During one of the more difficult times...
