HASTY – force of change

Rain falls like lava some days
Melts through black and white
Seeps in where agony stays
Burning away all its might
Leaving you with new sight
Wind blows like a fist again
Striking at the daily grind
Shocking away the mundane
Leaving instead a fervent mind
One that’s bolder, more aligned
Whispers speak like truth hopefully
Building a stronger sense of you
Stabilizing all you hold emotionally
Moving under, over, and through
Because of lava and fists you grew
