low pressure

song;

aching belly.

can’t find my pulse

my center of gravity

both a gaping hole

& a writhing knot

all i smell is blood

nauseous shock

(is this what 'trauma' is? Is this what 'trauma' does?)

alters us by

blunt force

sheer will

brutal juggernaut

between

debilitating grief

and profound rage

I stagger, I reel, I sway

engulfed in fire

rolled by waves

i surrender to the clouds

I weep

I scream

I pray

my breath expands

i become Lightning

Thunder

Storm

this anger is grief is love is pain

this burn is frightening

but fire transforms

so i endure

i surrender

(re-member)

become through

y que el mundo sea mejor.

y que el mundo sea mejor.

y que el mundo sea mejor.