how do the trees & leaves feel being blown by the wind?
they.
they are the wind.
whenever i feel their presence; whenever they are close.
i feel swayed.
my mind goes through an uncontrollable panic.
my heart races.
it is not a feeling of excitement nor joy.
but a touch of my past. a trigger.
anxiousness.
i do not blame them. they are not wrong.
they are protecting me.
i have to feel that feeling, until it feels no more.
this life, where i am trying to find myself.
i do not understand.
after i lost myself,
after that significant change,
who am i right now
if i'm
trying to
look for
me?
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Begin Again
Poetryeveryday Ligaya wakes up, being reminded of the fact that her life has changed. the lingering thought is always 'how do I ...
