Bermuda Triangle

I am a universe all my own.

Cells join together

to make castles of bone.

Muscle & flesh,

Blood & water,

My own elements.

The air in my lungs

wears at my being

like winds in oak leaves,

carving stories

with the words they scream.

My tears like the Red Sea,

Healing & holy,

Like a modern Moses

I quell their waves.

In my mind,

there’s mountains made from molehills,

and my own Bermuda Triangle,

Strange & dangerous,

storms & chaos.

There’s so much of me left to be explored,

understood,

discovered.

My aura is a Milky Way,

dusted with stardust.