She not fall from a simple leaf like dew.
She not falter by the base of the vine.
She not crumble like dirt under rain.
She grows a new leaf, a new branch.
She casts shadows for the ones the sun scorches.
She is home to those who need it most.
Though she seems like the forest,
she is only human.
She will fall.
She will falter, even crumble under rain.
She is tall, but she is beautifully in pain.
Still, she is human.
She will always be in flesh, but she will never be let ruin under any circumstance.
- Rhys Woods
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Rough Poetry From Rhys
PoetryTRIGGER WARNINGS: - mentions of suicide - death Hello! I know that these are not perfect, but they're an outlet for me. I want these to reach people. In their minds, heart, soul.. whatever it may be. I want you to know that I hear you.
