Poetic Earth

Lightning bugs distract me.
Worries rise from the deep.
I’ll follow your glow,
and trace your flow,
to slow my rapid heartbeat.

With every step, I breathe—
searching for the light,
I finally realize.

Replace revenge and rage
with balance and grace.
I can’t make them see me.

I circle back to the start,
still not settled enough to talk.
Another round,
to calm me down,
and follow the light in the dark.

Written by Rebeka Wilson