A landslide brought me down.
I did not choose who would gather my pieces. To peace is.
Who were you before your parent’s were born?
Who was I meant to be.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeee– the thunder rolls over the desert.
The rain reaches tides along the coast.
Who am I without you?
Emerald leaves turn red as the blood count rises.
Extricate myself from you, you are the ones who polished me with your stories.
I cannot reshape what you have carved me to be.
Cannot fill the cracks
Tools of love, redemption, betrayal, manipulation …