the world is made of people
Sunday, April 9, 2017
some people are forests
with secrets hidden under rocks
and a calm, quiet belonging
like nowhere else.
some people are seas.
when you think the tide is finally coming in
it only retreats,
secrets sleeping fathoms deep.
they can pull you in
and tear you apart
but they will still be beautiful,
still a work of art,
and you don’t know if the hurricane was meant to drown you
or to drain itself.
some people are mountains.
all narrow paths and steep climbs
stumbles and scratches until you find purchase.
the wind at the peak
will dry your sweat-soaked skin,
cool your sun bleached face
and for a moment,
a single moment,
they let you see the top of the world.
some people are fires,
living and wild and hungry,
capturing everything it desires,
not knowing, not caring about the blisters,
that hurt everyone close enough.
the only regret is that they cannot be engulfed themselves.