Natural Disaster
how foolish we were to think that from
this brokenness we could grow
anything but
more brokenness. an so, a broken,
twisted love we grew
a weeping willow,
widow maker, slowly rotting
yet miraculously
suspended. like the chaos, sleeping in
the clouds,
quiet
awaiting downpour
and darling,
when it rains
it pours
this brokenness we could grow
anything but
more brokenness. an so, a broken,
twisted love we grew
a weeping willow,
widow maker, slowly rotting
yet miraculously
suspended. like the chaos, sleeping in
the clouds,
quiet
awaiting downpour
and darling,
when it rains
it pours