Water Or Chalk

Water or Chalk

Part I

Her whirling winds

Landed one evening

On sensitive waters

The sea was bubbling

Wise but troubling

Kind and humbling

He was not the one

She would not relent

To escape her

He erased all signs of where he went

At long last the wind was free

To roam sweet earth

To celebrate her joy and rebirth

It did not take long for her to fall again

She chooses a them not when

Once more the winds began to sing

Traded sand for cement

Ran straight into a wall of chalk

Their hearts met before they talked

He brought music, she brought magick

They made no sense

Yet fit perfectly

Consumed with lust and volatility

It did not sit well with logic

Under all that rock

Was a fire burning

The maddening wind did what she does

She began to spin

Was she a mirror or a twin?

She was just wind

She spun on his surfaces

Her vulnerability dug deep into insecurity unknowingly

He held her close, sacrificing himself knowingly

She loved him in earnest

Their union was poetry

She did not ask for his bravery

He did not think his bravado would be unsavoury

The fire burned and burned

Until their very existence was overturned

She was no fool

She knew one day she’d get burnt

She cared not for her safety

Her loving heart remained unconcerned

Until charred and bloody

He spat her out

There is no lesson to study

No blame to throw about

Fire did what he does

He burned

Then back into his habitat he returned

Part II

We don’t blame water

We don’t blame chalk

We turn our attention now

To the quivering winds if she’ll allow

Her Earthy sisters have watched on

She listens to no one

Not her mother, her sister, not even the gods

Good on her, for listening to no one

When she stopped hearing her own song is when she was done

At long last she’s had to face

The monster residing at home base

The shit this world did to her is criminal

The messages they embedded in her were subliminal

The monster inside is not her enemy

She needs no savior and please no more chemistry

The fear of her own love is her archenemy

She must love in her what she runs from

Pain is an old lover

now there is no fear

she is numb

Around her they hover

Crowding her atmosphere

Over and over

To them she succumbs

Independence in buckets she craves

Betrays herself amongst fiery waves

Down to the bottom and back

Like a phoenix rising up from the ash

The air you breathe is the way she is

She’s not defined by chalk, nor water

She is mother earth’s daughter

Two balls of hurt created her

An endless stretch of pain

Two loving elements deserted her

That’s not sacred, it’s profane

Pain is where she began

Love mended

Hurt is where she ended

Something greater called

She ascended

She is gone but then who am I?

The one for whom this life was intended