A time to wander, a time to rest.
What a wonderful thought, wouldn't you agree?
But, what good is it if you can't imagine.
Why even bother?
To lie in bed all day, and dream of wandering around.
A beautiful stream in the forest.
Your tears keep the stream flowing.
But don't worry, the animals will drink from the stream.
The animals give their thanks and run off.
You can't help but give in to them every time you see them.
These animals have called you many names, tore you down, and drained you many times before.
Why do you still nourish their desire for your stream of tears?
There will come a day that you shed no more tears.
Those animals will try to make your mind flood with guilt.
You hold the power to finally stand up to the wolves in their tattered sheep's clothing.
Those wolves have stopped messing with you.
You breathe in the fresh air, continuing your walk in the forest.
You don't feel any more weight on your shoulders.
You feel content and free.
You have succeeded.
YOU ARE READING
ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ
PoetryI'll list triggers for any Poems that I feel need it, if you find one that feels necessary to have a certain tw, please tell me! I found the cover image on google.
