Fluidly morphing
Into my containers shape
I am water
Filling with oceans and lakes
Groan in my voice
Anxiety…fear tremors inside
Cold winter; pulse sunken
In the moon I confide
Lying flat, respecting my rhythm
In and out breathing deep
I am metal
Grief released with each weep
Autumn brings decline…
Energetic thoughts arise
Searching for justice
On the west where its dry
Sweetly singing
Through late summer; desire
I am earth
Yellow son of fire
Careful conscience
Weary of all the change
In the midst of nature
Balances is exchanged
Burn off the unnecessary
Scorched and read to grow
I am fire
Passion is all I know
Positive and negative
Joy and love
Summer sun hot
Laughter: what I consist of
Shouting loud
To the stars of my vision
I am wood
Spring jump starts my mission
Anger and jealousy
Bring tears to my eyes
Wind to remind:
All of the elements I am comprised.
About the Creator
Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven7 days ago in Fiction
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