quake

The anger inside you has always shook the ground beneath my feet
My very own earthquake
I never learned to predict your shifting plates
Always dancing around the cracks in our foundation
Living for the lull between your natural disasters

But I couldn’t master the art of keeping you calm
I seemed to be the root of all your catastrophes
Leaving was the only choice you gave me
Even through the distance between us, I feel your aftershocks
I hope you find peace
I’m sorry it couldn’t be with me

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I’m Kim, the writer behind the curtain so to speak. I read and review books, write poetry, and sometimes write blogs about my life.