Desert forms are forged in sandstorms
And mountains rise out of Earth’s shaking quakes.
Your chaos rises from you like heatwaves in summer
And leaves glistening dewdrops on the petal of your back.
But a boil that you let burrow deep into your skin
is only driven by hatred
and cannot be lanced except with your love and acceptance of you.
It cannot be defied except by calm.
The calm before storms
The storms that forge us.
Don’t settle. The dust never settles.
Not even over beautiful, upright sand dunes.
