Elements of Emotion
I am wind, thunder, lighting, and wildfire.
I am wrath, I am rage.
I am a fist tearing down the face of the earth.
Buildings being torn from their foundations,
Families being spilt apart.
I am destruction, leaving nothing behind.
I am rain, cloudy skies, fog, and dreary days.
I am sadness, I am sorrow.
A thick blanket over the world.
Slowing people in their tracks.
Making the earth seem to spin in slow motion.
I am distress, making the tears flow.
I am sunshine, spring days, flowers, and sweet smelling grass.
I am happiness, I am joy.
The light at the end of the tunnel.
The optimistic side of people.
The stuff that makes the world go ‘round.
I am bliss, making the best of the worst.
I am humming bird wings beating, a gentle breeze, leaves spiraling down, and the dew on the morning grass.
I am humble, I am gentle.
Like the words of encouragement that spill from the mouths of people.
The pride that radiates from them.
But I am small, a tiny piece of the world.
I am me, the only thing I’ll ever be.
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