Nourished lips and a parched soul

A poem

Photo by Erda Estremera on Unsplash

I didn’t open my hand, as I was holding tight to the remnants of the pearls,

left after the earth had torn itself apart to nourish my body, my soul, my core.

And I kept my eyes tight shut too, as I didn’t want to see the devastation,

I had wrought on everything, to make my food, my bed, my shelter.