[poetry] evolution

i once wanted to be fierce

slashing tearing rending flesh from bone

resolute steadfast strong like oak

harming everything

that injures

that wounds

that oppresses.

[times change oh how they change]

[growing morphing evolving]

now i want something different

something more than rage

I want to be fluid


bending and swaying and reaching and connecting

loving and protecting

all that come under my branches

for I want to be willow

[with rigidity comes fragility]

[with fragility comes soulglass]

(i am fragile enough already)

so I shall not be mountain, no

i shall be water

flowing carving feeding creating new from old and old from new

[the times, they are a-changing]