the trees are bare
but i can see the buds
waiting to break through
the ground is cold
but i can feel the warmth
of the sun beneath it
the air is crisp
but i can taste the sweetness
of the flowers soon to bloom
i am like the trees
bare and cold
but i know that spring is coming
and i will blossom too
i am like the ground
cold and hard
but i know that the sun will warm me
and i will grow
i am like the air
crisp and fresh
but i know that the flowers will sweeten me
and i will sing
i am spring
waiting to break through
waiting to blossom
waiting to sing.
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Midnight Confessions
PoetryUnveiling the raw truths of growing up under the cloak of midnight. Midnight Confessions is a poetry collection that delves into the messy, beautiful journey of growing up. Of what it feels like being in the moment, feeling the a gut-wrenching heart...
