The Catalyst
If I had the power,
I'd roll in with the fog;
I'd blot out the fears
That plague and berate.
If I had the wisdom:
I'd undo the agressor,
Silence the oppressor,
Humble the hands of hate.
If I had the purpose,
I'd sew through the badlands
Oases, and conquer
The blindness of thirst.
If I had the skill
To fuse passion with stillness,
I'd prove that my future
Was never meant to be a curse.
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Vaerlynn
I am the daughter of a physical therapist. My family traveled every few years from place to place as I was growing up, so I do not have a hometown. I have never left the mainland U.S., though I have an interest in studying Japanese. Growing up, I was classed as an artist and received the according schooling. I write poetry the way I take pictures; it helps me to remember and to understand, and I hope that it makes a connection.
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