The eb and flow
Rise and fall
Of it all
Maintaining the horizon
So the clouds don’t come
Crashing down
Manic
Stagnant
Numbness feels safest
The rage in every tear drop
Suffering in each smile
How can I dance if my feet are rooted
In volcanic mud?
Burning to ash with each step away from soil
Sunken vessels rise again when salt dries
and fish fly from its absence
Lotus blossom if sun is allowed through
When light shelters the rain
Only the ripened fruit rots from within
So remain as a seed
Promising, yet unspoiled
Perfect in all ways fathomable
Without the need to show possibilities beyond imagination
Sometimes it’s safer to not be known
©DaraMonifah 03/21/2017 8:12 a.m.
