BECAUSE OF LAVA AND FISTS

Rain falls like lava some days

Melts through black and white

Seeps in where agony stays

Burning away all its might

Leaving you with new sight

Wind blows like a fist again

Striking at the daily grind

Shocking away the mundane

Leaving instead a fervent mind

One that’s bolder, more aligned

Whispers speak like truth hopefully

Building a stronger sense of you

Stabilizing all you hold emotionally

Moving under, over, and through

Because of lava and fists you grew