Finding the Fault Line

fault, Fault, Fault, FAULT
The pulse of my pondering
Make the world spin, pumping
Where does the fault lie?
Where is the fault line?
Can the uneven ground
Be repaired or found
Before it makes my world shake, tilt
Break, spill

Clenched fists can’t stop a wave
Dig my heels in, learn to stay
Baptized by tsunami
Wash over my body
You are my earthquake
Witness of my heartache
Cast me on your will
Remake, refill

I can count on one hand the number of poems I’ve written that weren’t forced out of me in high school English classes. Rhyme seems awkward to me. But awkward is fitting in this case. 

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