From nature I was created,
And so nature I must be.
Am I a hurricane?
Am I chaos and
Overwhelming pressure
With a moment of surreal peace
When you delve into my Eyes?
Do I loom in the distance
Before ripping apart
What was here and leaving room
For new beginnings?
Am I a tornado?
Are my eyes a hypnotic
And terrifying vortex,
And is my voice a deafening wind?
Do I come in a cloud
To disrupt your suspenseful calm,
Picking up everything you are
And depositing it in a new order?
Am I an earthquake?
Are my words the most
Thunderous thing
You've ever heard,
Do they echo to your soul?
Do I shift unseen below the surface
And scramble your thoughts,
And do you feel the aftershocks
Of my presence
Long after I am gone?
Am I a volcano?
Am I full of fire
That crashes down and covers you
And everything you were,
Cooling until it becomes
A solid foundation
On which to build your future?
Do I rumble and roar and
Obscure your sun with ash,
Even though I am only trying
To help you rebuild?
Why have I assumed
That I can only
Model myself
After another force of nature?
If I am as forceful
As a hurricane,
Or a tornado,
Or an earthquake,
Or a volcano,
Then who has said I cannot be
My own force of nature?
Oh, I am a force of nature.
I am beautiful
And awesome
And terrifying.
But I stand on the ground
Of nothing before me.
I am a force of nature.
I create myself.
And if you're lucky,
I just might create you too.
JE LEEST
Survive: Collected Poems
Poëzie~WATTY'S 2019~ ~NOTICE~ AS OF 2/3/19, THIS COLLECTION HAS TOO MANY PARTS! READ VOLUME 2, THRIVE, OUT TODAY! On the pain, love, and passion that makes me human. Potential swearing, mentions of suicide, self harm, depression, rape, etc.
