Smash Me In Pieces
Break upon me as water on the rocks.
A tornado is coming.
It is coming for ME.
I welcome it!
The storms of life
come and go,
threatening to revile.
But they never deliver
the way you did.
As forces of nature do.
EVERY TIME you
Gusted into me,
I was left refreshed.
Renewed like
Wet dirt after a
Summer storm.
An aroma of love
Roofed by an arching
Kaleidoscope of color.
Stampede of pachyderms
RACING across the sky,
Drenching my world.
But, a meridian shifted.
Left: a dry barren desert.
Arid places longing for a torrent.
Dusty hunger where once
Were only satisfied smiles
And spilling hearts.
All my surfaces are
CRACKED and
RAGGED lakebeds.
They… shimmering and white
Beneath the cruel ambivalence of
The light of day we call reality.
Tongues and lips
Desperate for a
Single drop.
So, COME,
My WHIRLWIND!!
Approach,
dear tempest,
and unleash
your hell!
Wrath of my sky,
Let heaven’s fury
Befall me…
And make
My world new
Once MORE.
Only when I am broken
And SMASHED to pieces
Can I feel sated… AGAIN.
#poetry #memoir #confession #sketchbook
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