My life is full of seismic earthquakes        
Illusory as they may be        
Erupting volcanos rake through my days        
They settle with no debris        
Oceans writhe and foam within        
Deceptively crashing seas        
I am no stranger to wintery winds        
I grow the roots of an oak tree        
Ice may layer my heart through the years        
But desperately I will not freeze        
For fire churns deeply suppressed within        
Exploding in bombs that you will never see        
Logic and reason persist like a hammer        
Chiseling depictions of what it is to be free        
There would be no taste as sweet to my tongue        
Than the freedom of love… if I could only believe        
This is not to be misinterpreted        
As the despair of the first falling snow        
But intended to shed blinding light upon        
The truths of struggle and hope        
For buried beneath the mud and the grime        
As time passes so quickly yet achingly slow        
A seed will crack painfully open        
When circumstances intend it to grow        
When I am warmed by the arms of the sun        
When fingers of love intertwine my soul        
When I can weather the storms of existence        
This is when: I will know      
Then the earth will smell sodden with moisture        
Then the music of birds will sing low        
Then the mountains will boldly express themselves        
Then the river will guide me on its gentle flow… home

Written by nightbirdblue
Published | Edited 24th May 2024
Author's Note
**Runner-up in the comp “A Poem About…”
(Author chooses what they believe is their ‘best’ poem)
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