Black hole
They call the void
White skull
Scattered like toys
Looking up
Light peaks through
Climb, muscles pump
Sweat glistens like morning dew
Sunlight gleams above
A voice shouting down
A message, a dove
Don't hide, you've been found
Guiding along
Storm comes
Trees sway, wind strong
Branch snaps, falls dove
Pick up, seeking shelter
Cave in distance
Cold, dark- making fire
Own clothes- wings bandage
Once healed
Peak out, land changed- new path
With time- truths revealed
After many storms passed
YOU ARE READING
The emotional one
PoetryPeople say "don't just exist, live" I say if you must just exist today to get to the next, you will live. So exist and feel the existence around you until you can live, fully.
