me
A letter to the young boy who walked through the flowers and the path of the unknown
I know it's scary you don't know where life will take you
Yet to understand if all the pain was worth it
But trust me you'll spend most days being glad you pushed as hard as you did
A letter to the kid who didn't see much of a point if any at all
It's hard right now but know those hard times will come and go
But those times will spend most of their days far away
And you'll learn so much compassion and understanding
Trust me it's worth the effort
To the youngest part of me who didn't know what was going on
where he was going and why
You'll find you way eventuallySummer
I can't wait for the season when the sun shines bright and when the days are long
When i have time to have fun and figure things out
To understand and enjoy
To see my friends and dance in the rain
To wear the clothes I love and spend forever and more at the thrift store
To ride my bike to enjoy time in nature
Today might not be bright today may have any light at all
But the summer evenings give me hope for a better lifeWho I am today
Today I am realizing that all parts come to one
Today I am happy to be here but sad for what I'm yet to see
Today I am a song you're yet to listen to on your favorite album
Today I am a small yellow book
Today I am meNo wrong doings
It's such a shame it really is
That beautiful boys and girls are told that their love is forbidden
That who they wish to wake with is worth going to hell for
Why say no to two lovers boys just living life peacefully
Or deny the joy to the girls who wish to hold hands
Why is love something to be ashamed ofNothing feels real anymore
When I open my eyes in the morning I'm yet to wake up
I'm treading through water in an endless dream
Or floating through a dark rainy sky
I'm in the right city but the wrong hotel
I can't tell if I'm awake or sleep
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The colors of spring and winter
PuisiA poetry book covering topics like mental health, daily life, spirituality, lgbtq identities and the typical experiences of a teenager. The last sections or "dictionary poetry" are a collection in which the poems are inspired by words from the dicti...