I wonder, what it would be like
to be the wind.
Blowing away all my problems
would be a breeze.I wonder ,what it would feel like
to be the ocean.
Carrying the aquatic life forms and engulfing the world waste.I wonder , what it would be like
to be a tree.
Shading away dried , decayed friends would be a question of occasionI wonder what it would be like
to be soil.
Being a form of stability to those that need me and sheltering the weak roots from the harsh world.I wonder what it would be like
to be fire.
Feared for my ability to destroy everything in sight and loved for my ability to provide light.*sigh*
I wonder...
YOU ARE READING
Alive
PoetrySieve through the words of my bleeding heart , dodge the arrows of my anguish and devour the pages that set my heart on fire. Words written over the years by a child dealing with mental health issues. Now words written by a woman living through her...