Thea's Poetry
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Waterfall
Water and Rock
becoming human blood and bone
I press myself against you now
my soul is yours to own
Power of rushing water
soul of granite rock
renew my endless thirst for you
for I have become lost
In worlds that don’t remember
ferns and moss beneath the feet
I prefer the shock of water
to the violence in the street
Where a woman is not safe to be
herself and free of fear
so I rest my case against you
I offer you these tears
And whisper here beneath your roar
if you have ears to hear
cleanse me of forgetfulness
remind me to be clear
And bring me for a moment
if only in my mind
the peace of rock and water, lost
beneath the edge of time