There is no word for the way

You would feel

When watching a 30-foot wave

crash to shore

 

There is no word for standing

at the top of a mountain

The air quiet

No humans around

your existence

 

There is no word

For way it might land in your body

To witness the messy, gory

Primal

Birth of a child

 

There is no word

For how you might feel

When watching the immensity

Of a forest fire

As it gulps down all in front of it

 

There is no word

For standing in the middle

Of the largest thunderstorm

For being next to

A giant waterfall

Or for feeling the winds

Through your body

That push over every tree

 

There is no word

 

For the power of the feminine.

 

You might try awe

Which is something

But that doesn’t have enough weight to it

You might try wonder

But that’s even more light,

Flaky

You might try beauty

But lots of things are beautiful

You might try power

But that feels like governments

You might try force

But force feels a bit pushy

 

There is no word for the sensation

For the knowing in your body

That you could tear everything down

 

That you are an embodiment

Of that fierceness

That exists in the earth

 

Our language cannot hold

The vastness of you

 

It feels out of reach

Because our language

Does not give you words to express it

 

And that is the sneakiest form

Of suppression.

 

 

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