Her body
Is a desert
Bare and minimal
With Dry parts that build up
on the surface
and fly away in the wind
Her body
Is a forest
Lush and life giving
With parts that chirp and growl
All at the same time
People have
trekked the highest peaks
explored the darkest caves
picked the sweetest flowers
Taking with them
much more than she would initially care
Leaving behind
much more than was initially there
People have come
And gone
With vessels as small as row boats
Or as big as Noah’s ark
They navigate the floods
But trust me
there is nothing
holy about these ventures
No
they did not seek to
save two of every animal
They only sought to save themselves
Her body is a beach
Covered in shells
of Past lives
Past lies
Past blessings in disguise
These shells are beautiful
But Leave them
They’re too heavy to carry around
Maybe one day
someone else will take these shells
make them into concrete
And use them as foundation for the grandest, safest, most stable
Sandcastle around
And call it, Love
Because from a strong foundation
Love can only grow
No matter how many times
The wind changes its appearance
From fertile soil, love can bloom again
Her body
is a garden
But be careful
Nature has a way
of hiding poison
In beautiful things
Only to defend,
She is never malicious
It is survival of the smartest
Not the fittest
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 9:40 PM UTC
Her body
Is a desert
Bare and minimal
With Dry parts that build up
on the surface
and fly away in the wind
Her body
Is a forest
Lush and life giving
With parts that chirp and growl
All at the same time
People have
trekked the highest peaks
explored the darkest caves
picked the sweetest flowers
Taking with them
much more than she would initially care
Leaving behind
much more than was initially there
People have come
And gone
With vessels as small as row boats
Or as big as Noah’s ark
They navigate the floods
But trust me
there is nothing
holy about these ventures
No
they did not seek to
save two of every animal
They only sought to save themselves
Her body is a beach
Covered in shells
of Past lives
Past lies
Past blessings in disguise
These shells are beautiful
But Leave them
They’re too heavy to carry around
Maybe one day
someone else will take these shells
make them into concrete
And use them as foundation for the grandest, safest, most stable
Sandcastle around
And call it, Love
Because from a strong foundation
Love can only grow
No matter how many times
The wind changes its appearance
From fertile soil, love can bloom again
Her body
is a garden
But be careful
Nature has a way
of hiding poison
In beautiful things
Only to defend,
She is never malicious
It is survival of the smartest
Not the fittest
an autobiography of sorts
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