She moved beside the waters.
Their bodies moving in unison and wholly taking up space
Her breaths, much like the lakes
And her thoughts are like storms at sea;
Does the ocean ever get depressed?
Swamped with the memories of slain bodies and countless atrocities?
I know she gets depressed.
Lonely, like a lone standing tree
that goes unheard and falls.
She gets frantic and deaf to reason
when things get overwhelming,
Much like the sea.
But thankfully, she has me.
Grounding her to the earth
like rods to lightning.
A constant reminder that she is safe and her roots can find good soil.
when it rains, the lake floods the land
and the Earth can seem engulfed by the chaos of it.
But water moves.
It dissipates over time and the trees take their water all the same.
She moved near a lake that caught the breeze,
It carried it to her like a gift.
Now she moves with ease.