{"id":1276,"date":"2023-01-03T22:44:04","date_gmt":"2023-01-04T03:44:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pensivejournal.com\/?p=1276"},"modified":"2023-01-03T22:44:04","modified_gmt":"2023-01-04T03:44:04","slug":"tectonic-turbulations","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pensivejournal.com\/poetry\/tectonic-turbulations\/","title":{"rendered":"Tectonic Turbulations"},"content":{"rendered":"
Tectonic Turbulations<\/strong><\/p>\n They say that you need to learn to love yourself before you can love another\u2026<\/p>\n But the first lesson of love you experience is always from your mother.<\/p>\n There are places in this world where the earth cannot learn to love itself. What was given freely, She shows you visions of your future, Though a mother\u2019s greatest virtue is to forgive. There are places in this world where even the earth cannot learn to love itself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Tectonic Turbulations They say that you need to learn to love yourself before you can love another\u2026 But the first lesson of love you experience is always from your mother. There are places in this world where the earth cannot learn to love itself. Places where it tears itself in two. A continental drift that…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":313,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"issue":[10],"coauthors":[262],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\nPlaces where it tears itself in two.
\nA continental drift that leaves scars that even time will not heal.
\nPlaces where mirrored reflections of love crack and splinter.
\nBefore sinking into the depths where only despair seems to rise.
\nThe fire inside whose only desire is to burn brighter,
\nTo make the burden lighter;
\nIs dulled and darkened,
\nBy the turned backs and bowed heads
\nOf the children whose life it strived to give.<\/p>\n
\nWas snatched harshly from outstretched hands.
\nWhat was grown,
\nWas wrenched from the heart until it shattered.
\nThe earth cried:
\n\u201cI am no salvaged wasteland for you to set a light.
\nNo beacon to the damned,
\nTo lead you through the night.
\nYou may take all that I can give.
\nBut if I die, then you will no longer live!\u201d<\/p>\n
\nAs lightning strikes across the sky!
\nThe tides begin to rise!
\nAnd the flowers start to wilt.
\nTo devastate your mother is a child\u2019s greatest sin.<\/p>\n
\nThe time has come to make a change.
\nBut change cannot come to pass until we learn to love.
\nGive back all that we took,
\nAnd give her time to grow.<\/p>\n