Poetry

waves

wavy like the moon
I make you ride the earth’s plates

forces waving hello
leaving goodbyes from under my feet
I sink deeper as she pulls back, dragging the ground beneath me
But my feet stay firmly planted though

the winds dare shake me, attempting to brush over my thick skin
The final masterpiece showcasing a blank canvas and missing the point of absolute destruction
they barely kiss the atmosphere in which I am breathing
but my chest never caves in

My chest pushes out with pride
I remain satisfied with my stance,
both feet firmly planted

I take on this newfound power and ride with it
I rolled until I crashed onto different shores, caressing new lands until I learned each callus and each crack, hole and misfigure
I figure one day I will fill each void
my droplets seeping to the very bottom comforting the grains above me
keeping them grounded in the land I planted myself in

I am rooted in my surroundings under the circumstance that I will continue to grow through every living thing

You cannot escape my oxygen
you are breathing in my words, messages rushing through each artery
soon turning into muscle memory

Can you feel your blood warming up?

You now know what I know
another capacity achieved while your brain is retaining the way that I speak
the frequency of my voice rocking the waters of your mind

They say waves don’t die
and neither will I

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