The treacherous night sky, dark and disturbed,
clouds on the verge of collapse,
weighing with the burden of tears;
a troubled maiden was the sea,
banging against the mighty shore,
longing to be free.
The shore held on
like the terrible hands of man asserting claim,
clasping like a snake.
He knew what she was capable of-
thus feared the shore to free the sea
and chained her against her will.
But the sea was all her own
and never can he own that which was born to be free.
Doused she the flames
that sought to burn her, and
danced she in her staunch waves of rebellion,
beared she the unbearable
and held she burdens beneath her depths;
a dark and fierce warrior holding against the unforgiving world.
She's ruthlessly polluted,
her chastity abused,
her emerald blue has dulled and faded
yet, with every tear, she grows stronger.
There will come a day when
the shore can no longer hold her
and to its greatest dismay,
SHE WILL CRASH THROUGH,
thundering and roaring,
her cries of freedom echoing,
breaking every barrier of control
and consuming all in her way.
Pic courtesy: Pinterest
Comentarios