I am a force of nature
You call me ambitious like it’s an insult
Say my bluntness is rude, as if I care what you think
Tell me I’m too heavy like I don’t know how beautiful I am
I am a river and the more you try to damn me,
the harder I will push back
until I bowl you over, leave you gasping for air,
drown you in my current affairs
I will not miss you, will not even notice you are gone.
If I cared what you thought of me,
my mind and my heart would be as empty as my refrigerator
Deserts do not miss the pyramids they bury
Jungles do not miss the cities they consume.
About the Creator
Nicola R. White
Nicola R. White comes from a small city on the east coast of Canada where ghost stories and superstitions abound. Although she is a lawyer by profession, her passion is reading and writing fiction.
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