for once, this isn't about a person.
no man, nor woman, or anything in between.
this is a love letter to
the slight move in the treetops when the breeze shifts.
the rain droplets on my arm when i was smaller than a shopping cart,
hiding in my backyard, finding gods and
lives in the grey and dark white clouds.
and the smell of wet earth after the skies cried.
this to the illuminating moon,
the mute mother,
brushing away the demons under the med,
and shushing the monsters in the crack of dark in the door.
her lovely smile embracing every fear + bravery.
the sun's harsh light telling me it is day,
even when i wish it night.
and the sunlight warm on my skin
and glowing the dust specks that flew in it's ray;
like childhood fairies i tried to speak to
through whispers in the wind
and tried to capture and befriend
via shoebox outside the house.
this is my love to the silently speaking world of everything.
YOU ARE READING
the Angry Girl
Poetrysome things are better off unsaid but they were tossed in my head so i decided to scream. Original content. Lowercase intended throughout the book. Previously titled "Tossed Thoughts". Highest Rank: 4 in Poem, Poetry
