Little sapling.
Seed of hope.
Who am I to let you choke inside this cage of a home,
When I can let you outside?
Let you thrive outside of the chaos of depression rooms, manic cleans and broken mirrors,
Each shard a shattered version of who we are,
Aspen.
Tree,
When I let you free,
Promise that you'll thrive not just for yourself
But for me.
That your roots will grow deep,
That your leaves will shiver in reaction to the cool breeze.
Tell me that when winter comes,
You'll let go of your leaves.
Stay cool but never freeze.
Let the life inside you be
And when it's time to drop your seeds.
Teach them how to be free.
Show them better love than I showed you.
Show them a life outside of manic cleans and depression rooms.
YOU ARE READING
To the Shattered Dreams of My Youth
PoetryA collection of poems written in the midst of losing myself. In a world of chaos, thoughts of death and being left behind. "The world is too cruel to be kind."
