The water isn’t ready to stop rushing
I’ve been through the storms and thrown by your wild sea
So I say I’m done running
But I can’t put my hand to the wind
And control it
Nor my body to the ocean
And pretend not to feel it
You hold my feet down so I can stand it
You wash this graffiti heart
So I can renew it
A reformed spirit
Clay in your hands
You have reached down and crystallized it
Your blood makes me permanent
And if I yell at the rain and with a heated temper question it
My tree will only wither in stubborn ignorance
Choosing instead to bathe in your rawness
I sit down and rejoice in the glorious views
Graciously taming my patience.
Souldier Girl 