In the dark places of my past and present Lives an entirely thriving world Just like the worms and roly-polies Live, work, and play in the dark soil Those parts of me that have been buried Deep in the soil of my heart Have continued to live, work, and play As they work, they break down and turn Converting what would otherwise have been wasted Into fertilizer That allows beautiful things to grow Love. Hope. Compassion. They grow to reach the light Because of what lives in the dark.
I am as the rest of Mother Nature's creations.
Fire burns and purifies - creating space for new life. My anger.
Thunderstorms turbulently wash away what took time to build- Simultaneously soaking a thirsty ground. My sadness.
Volcanoes erupt and spew hot molten rock over anything in its path. Hardened which then becomes tools of life-saving transformation. My disgust.