My World

If I were the world

my thoughts would be magma

exploding from volcanoes.

Sometimes it hurts

sometimes it doesn’t.

The constant earthquakes

are just constant stress, the feeling of shaking,

Shaking,

and shaking.

But my mother told me that when my world tumbles

my mind

is disturbed.

my heart

destroyed.

I know this weekend my world tumbled,

Someone picked it up and waved it around.

The rainforests crumbled,

the oceans

dissolved,

the trees

cut down,

and the sand

was taken.

Until my world was just

Dirt.

Muddy

Dirty

Dirt.

As time went on things started growing back.

Not the same,

but things came.

My trees grew back,

but they were willows rather then

maples.

My waves,

just bigger.

And my people…

they didn’t come back.

They just never left.