DECEMBER POETS

CRASH

By

Cheri Anne

One day you will crash into this thing you’ve created.
You’ll mourn the pieces even though at one time you were fine without them.
Everything will be emptier.
Everything will be quieter.
Not everything you want is everything you need.
You’ll need to be stronger.
You made a choice. Your world was shaken.
So what?
Mistakes are in the choice, not in the choosing.
And you chose to create this thing.
You’ll do yourself a disservice to convince yourself it was ever perfect.
But if you made it, you can make it through it.
One day you will crash.
But the strength is in knowing when enough is enough.

SONGS AT THE END OF THE WORLD

Writhing with the rising tides,
waves crashing,
tearing land out to churning sea.

Swaying to the raging gales,
auburn curls,
whipping, thrashing gracefully.

Tip-toeing through the rubble,
buildings crumble,
branches break, twist and wring.

Weaving with the quaking earth,
engulfed in flames,
while dancing, always dancing.