The Peace of Grounding
She wails into an empty void, skies devoid of care
Searching for someone, a kinship, anyone to share
To lend an ear or reply, even in ignorance bold
Anything, to break the silence, stronger than gold.
She kneels, palms open, at the roots of a barren tree
Seeking a seed of love, or even a taste of enmity
Desperation fuels her, longing for presence near
Yearning for something, anything, to conquer fear.
Yet her tears go unheard, as she claws at the untouched ground
Her search yielding no solace, no answers to be found
Finally, she surrenders, lies in the pit she's made
And there, finds solace, in the peace that does not fade.
Enveloped by tranquillity, embraced by gentle earth
She becomes a part of nature, finding her own rebirth
No longer alone, no longer screaming in despair
Unified with the world, she finds solace in the air.
Easy as OJ
It should be as easing as pouring orange juice,
But I am not tied that loose.
To think of experience as throwaways,
When each one should be appraised.
A tree will spend its entire existence on that one glass,
To not acknowledge that would prove no class.
Everything originates from a web of storytelling,
Everything with a rich history.
Possibly under layers of repressing,
Possibly forever a mystery.
But never to be forgotten,
Never blown away,
Never left till it’s rotten,
Never presumed to be grey.
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