My fists create a hole in the wall.
It’s as if they’re moving all on their own.
I hear a crunch.
And then a crack.
One right after another.
It’s never ending.
Soon, I see red.
What begins to look like a calm stream,
Eventually rushes into a harsh waterfall.
And just like the dam, I can feel the liquid pouring out.
But, I’m not limitless.
I will ultimately run out.
Is it a risk I’m willing to take?
My hands flow freely against the wind.
It’s as if they’re moving all on their own.
I hear a splash.
And then a swoosh.
One right after another.
It’s never ending.
Soon, I see green.
What used to be a harsh waterfall,
Is now a vast wonderland of nature.
And just like nature, I can create serenity.
Just like nature, I am constantly blooming.
I will never stop growing.
And it is a risk I’m willing to take.
