The
Tremble
Of thunder
Rattles my bones,
Reminding me that
I am more than this cage
Of slowly decaying flesh.
One day, this oppressive form will
Split cleanly down the middle, freeing
The creative spirit that lives within-
Releasing me from mortal limitations.
(Psssst- if you enjoyed this poem, you’ll LOVE Structured Chaos! Check it out!)
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