A Natural Disaster

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You know just as well as anyone

                What happens when

                Warm and cold air mix

Rotating into this funnel cloud my thoughts call home

 

I’ve almost always been compared to a

                                Tornado

“She leaves a path of destruction

                                Wherever she roams”

 

I carry with me gray

                Skies

That pick up winds

With every beat this heart of mine

           Attempts

 

                I was born a

Natural disaster

As all disaster babies are

 

The skies rained clouds of ash

                Onto my seventh year

                                So how could I not be

A

                Tornado child

 

The only trouble with that idea is

                My eyes

Are not gray storm

                                 Clouds

But cloudless blue skies

Or maybe

                They are the color of rain instead

 

I know without question that your eyes

                Are the ocean

Which I guess

Over takes the bays of my city sitting on fault lines

So you

                You are

                An earthquake

 

Sudden and powerful

                Almost never foreseen

You strike under the ocean

Your fault lines separating my heart into continents

 

The sudden burst of energy shifting these cracks

                                Wider set

Sending your sea side eyes whirling

And causing an uproar of waves in response

 

You claim to never mean to send such stirring in my heart

That turns these winds of mine fiercer yet

And heaven forbid if I touch your ocean eyes

                Because maybe I’m not stable enough to become

                                A hurricane

           Just yet

 

I’d spend too much time apologizing

                For high speed winds

                                And rainy tears pelted downwards

To remember the eye of the storm

Is the best place to

           Dance

 

But I guess someday I’ll learn to appreciate

                                Natural disasters

           (Such as myself)

And remember destruction is sometimes a necessity

                For

                                Rebirth

 

So maybe it’s ok that I’m a

                                Tornado

And you’re an

                Earthquake 

Author's Note

everything here is intentional.