Who knew something so vast could feel so familiar.
It will happen whether or not we are prepared,
Sometimes a shove falling headfirst into a deep snow,
Sometimes a nudge brief but powerful
sometimes a choice made by the intuitive, the headstrong
Or the innocent.
A heavy sigh made by a force so great,
A force built up from all, through all.
Stran, grief, aggression,
bottled inside means unfamiler,
though all to present, all to constant.
A flicker of a thought breaking through
How is unknown, but its there, almost rejuvenating
Is it wisdom? Strife? Ignorance?Eagerness?
The flicker is awakening, reminding me my ground.
Allowing me to forget strife for a single moment,
to better comprehend.
A whisper strengthening me, its purpose great,
Though viewed passive to most.
Out of love? fear? or selfishness?
its reason useless, to its effectiveness,
Though still heavy, and provoking.
A shout restless, and unforgiving
breaking the little stamina present.
Pushing, pulling, undecided,
Yet hungry to control.
Bringing there what isn’t, what shouldn’t.