“Speedbumps

Defend…

Their never smooth as glass roads.

Rather shadowy ripples like ponds struck by wind,
their stone waves erupting like fists from down under,
punching the tires of our certainty.

We curse…

The ground speaking in shocks,
sudden drumbeats saying: slow down,

feel the pulse beneath your body.

A fallen tree...

Obstructs the path,
not as a thief of progress,
rather a barricade of wisdom,
its roots clawing the soil like talons
gripping the truth we try to outrun.

Growth…

Knows not a straight sprint,
it corkscrews like a tornado,
lunging like rivers gnawing stone
with the teeth of time and persistence.

Disaster…

Wears the mask of chaos,
but beneath the mask,
a sculptor’s hammer strikes sparks
from the iron of our will.

Every pavement crack…
a lightning vein,
a flash of gold if we dare to dig,
if we dare to believe
that brokenness is the forge where wisdom builds.

The hush…

Follows after the storm.
Hope bursts like fireworks

from the blackened sky of wild, kinetic urgency,
throwing lightning bolts of promise

that every bruise becomes a seed,
every scar a map leading us to the light

that hunts the dark.

You roar…
Letting the bumps rise like mountains,
letting the storms slam their fists against your windows,
allowing the wind to rip the pages of your plans
and hurl them into the sky like confetti.

No…

We will not crawl,
we will charge through the wreckage,
laughing like thunder clapping bruises
to bloom into brilliance.

Bring it on!
Our battle cry!

Rumbling through every detour,

every derailment,
every wild twist of fate,
knowing the roads without resistance
are coffins for the soul.

We are built for impact.

We are built to roar.