Thunder

Expressive writing

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We walk with storms so our thighs hold thunder
Lightning strikes and graces our skin
Nerves lit up like like a tree in flames
We are human, we are nature by the highest design

As men of wo-, tied to the moon by the sea
Our steps are earthquakes, our feet are roots
And so, can’t you see?
This earth has birthed us in its greatest image
With Veins like rivers and desire like fire

The way a willow sways, can be tempted by fate
The fate of a long lost song in the wind
We are raindrops on a window, ants in a hill
And our mother hasn’t forgotten us still
How could she? Torn to shreds for modernity

She is us, we are one

When my breath becomes my winds
When the stars guide my eyes
Our people, the trees, come with our lovers, the seas
And love within clay is born

As the sun lights the flowers and they grow to the sky
Do you not see yourself in the same sun’s eyes?
Petals in a breeze, pollen in a sneeze
Our love is interwoven in sunlight

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We are one in the same and that can’t be
So how do we disconnect ourselves?
From our mother from our brother from our life from our strife
Build bridges and why don’t we burn them too

Towers that touch the sky,
Do you not fear falling that high?
Does it matter still, when oil seeps through our skin
And our cores are disturbed again

Oh mother, oh mother, why do we cry?
My dear, you’ve flown too high
My skies were yours, yet you saw beyond
Was I not good enough for you?

You reap what you sow
And so you have shown
The winds that they don’t love the sea
Our roots are shallow and our flowers are burnt

Is the end death or life again?

Oh mother oh mother, why can’t I see?
My dear, what can your eyes behold?
Perhaps my fields that are barren
Or my children that have died
My love, for me, could you try?

Try to feel me under your feet
know how much I’ve cried
For you, my dear, I have given my life
And still from death you take

We can give no more, you have it all
Wasn’t this your hearts desire?
Stories through the birds you no longer hear
Do you still wonder why?

My gods, my gods, can we turn back time?
Sweet child, you need only ask
Is it fire, is it waves, how much destruction do you seek?
Or simply the grass beneath your feet?