Earthquakes fill my core
As I seek solid ground to
Collapse and rebuild.
My eyes birth rivers
That wash me out to the sea
Where I'm swallowed whole.
A gentle embrace
Returns the air to my lungs.
I can breathe again.
He holds me tightly,
Turning storms into sunshine
And sparks into stars.
About the Creator
Caitlyn Lecour
Enter the garden of my mind
And be surprised by what you find.
Stories and poems for sure,
But what of your own mind's allure?
Allow me the pleasure to share
The pieces of my mind laid bare.
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