𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝
wishing to be embraced by a verdant meadow of pure freedom, tears of longing streaming down her cheeks.
the ethereal sea of bluebells sweeps her up and gets her higher and higher until she's enveloped in the clouds, her own green paradise.
the lush abundance of canola tickles her nose, the cold comforting mud softens into her toes.
she never wants to leave this enchanted rural heaven.
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Poetry"𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞." dishevelled, shameful poems in eating disorder recovery. © teething 2023
