Tearing through treetops,

Racing through rows

of tangled foliage.

Ripping off branches,

leaves left for stems.

No one has felt it yet -

The ripple of the roar

swallowing up the ground:

on its way to destruction.

The first obstacle crumbles

with no resistance, sending

ancient monuments crashing

to the ground.

Still the wave grows stronger,

Echoing through every cave

until the rock begins to crack:

They still haven’t felt it.

But one day it will hit -

This enormous power they created,

By the tangling of unspoken words

mixed with outright disappointments.

I have found my voice.