sometimes i feel like a storm. ignore the usual cliche of emotion. the turmoil of femininity. the raging thunder of minority. or the cloudy days of anxiety and melancholy.
i feel more like a tornado.
swirling above. rushing in one direction. changing course. defying logic. unknown. untempered.
i push forward on one side. i lift upwards on another.
hopscotching from one town to the next.
i can leave a trail of destruction.
or simply wander in a field. moseying along. biding my time. until i tire. and leave.
i don't know whether it's good or bad.
does it really matter.
i am what i am.
go where i go.
i land. i leave.
forever to.
i am chaos. i am gentle.
wherever i go.
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