Starving and sure, for I must endure the pain of time, to see the day that I never die. Crawling back on my bleeding hands and knees, my blood pools down into the soil where I become the trees. Pushing I feel as the wind pushes me, to not fall over again is that of a dream. Roots going deep, I hunger for the feed for I just want to be healthy. Simply to not waste time or money anymore, the life of a survivor is that of which I'm headed for. Reap and gamble I must, to gain and break the trust of the snakes that hang from the vines that have become of me. Holding me down, I still stand tall. The sun giving me light as I begin to bloom. A change of plans will surly surprise you. The grass shakes below me, as fires begin to soar. All around me is that of the burning world. Holding on tight for my dear life, to close my eyes for I see my near demise. One deep breathe, for it must only be a dream. I wake up surrounded by that of green, so lush and beautiful all around me. Fruits, and blossoms on each and every tree. My lungs are full and the mind is finally free.
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Release
PoetryThis is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxi...
