Cratered Lithosophere (poem)

a crater

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All the oceans I didn’t cry

so I would appear cool, calm, and compliant.

Their meteors pummeled my crust,

but “carry on, I must”

was my mantra of choice

committed to every muscle of my memory.

I wore the affirmation

“cracks give me character”

like a badge of honor,

smiling a smile that was everything but.

Some dug their dragon claws so deep

they pierced through my mantle

and got to my core,

and I took it all like a “good girl”,

unflinching, unyielding.

All these faults are all my fault, I thought.

All the volcanoes that didn’t erupt,

even after my body kept screaming ENOUGH!

Just so I would appear cool, calm, and conforming,

taking on all forms apart from my own.

I was a shapeshifter who wore so many ill-fitting skins

I couldn’t even recognize my own reflection.

But Earth was here far before her human inhabitants,

and she’ll still be here when we’re all long gone.

If she can stay herself for billions of years,

so can I.

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