Nature Whispers
Because I love you,
I will smile when you apologize.
Because I love you, I will
never question who that is
behind those stormy eyes.
I will not profess that the
slaps of thunder and jolt of
lightning pain me.
I will not bring notice to the
blood as rare as cherry wine, nor
the rivers of tears across
my chagrin face,
Staining me forever.
Wait.
I realize.
Nature is not
against me.
I feel Her plush arms
wrap around me
and whisper,
“You do not dance to this beating”.
I am a woman. I am rivers. I am storms.
I am hurricanes.
Because I love myself,
I will step down from these chains
and feel the welcoming green
underneath my light feet.
These feet will learn to forget this
rhythm. I do not dance to this beating.
Because I love you,
I’m leaving.