Avalanche
In the blink of a year
Tidal wave of debris
Unrelenting and free
On my heals and I fear…

Time
Like an arrow in my chest
Sent across salty air
As a child I didn’t care
Now I bleed like the rest.

But there’s art
In that wave of debris
Most eyes’ll see a mess
But good things coalesce
When yea-sayers can see!

So I’ll stand
And face that liquefied hill
What I fear now the most
Is the specter, the ghost
Of my past. It hurts still.

Avalanche!
An emergency!
Hence the chance to emerge
I’m a seed on the verge
Of becoming a tree.

Time
Like an arrow in my chest
Sent across salty air
As a child I didn’t care
Now I bleed like the rest.

Avalanche!
An emergency!
Most eyes’ll see a mess
But good things coalesce
When yea-sayers can see!