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

View original post

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s