from a young age
she lay in the flower fields
humming hopeful songs
to herself
reassuring herself
everything was just fine
the flower fields
were her peaceful place
where she could get away
and watch the sun slowly
sink into the sky
oranges and yellows,
purples and pinks
splotching the sky
like that time
she spilled ink
and it coloured the paper
it was the coolest thing
she'd ever seen
but her father didn't think so.
he screamed at her
and shoved her out
"get lost!"
he yelled so aggressively
that paper was important
but it was an accident
so she ran outside
tears staining her face
imagining it was colourful ink
that was making her face so wet
she spun round and round
the flower fields
staring up at the changing skies
her eyes adjusting to
the beautiful colours
she was sure
if she looked away
the dizziness would take over
and she'd faint to the ground
just like what happened
every other time.
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breathe ⇒ poetry
Poetryalexithymia (ah-lek-sah-THI-mee-ah) - inability to describe emotions in a verbal manner. " the best poems are written in the early morning when all you can see is darkness and your eyes are filled with tears " [aesthetic poems, stories through p...
