A Mountain
She becomes the wind
that urges my waves to break the shoreline.
Please, it calls
Be the mountain that remains still and solid
nothing like the gentle waters that so easily become
a raging storm.
I know it is because
there is too much force driving her airs
and perhaps to relent a bit to the water
is to make for a gentler wind that howls at night
as the rain departs from the sky.
Father, I know you are to be the roots that
keep our household standing strong.
But too often you shake with rage and
leave our family on a tilt.
Father, when the wind howls
I know you are the force.
Father, when two worlds collide,
I wonder which is the better.
Father, you send us rare smiles with a taste of heaven
only for the negativity and anger to throw us in the pit of hell.
Father,
have you heard the silence that fills our home?
It is one that screams too much of loss.
It's funny how you can lose things that
never were there from the start.