There are times when I feel
As if my mind is shrouded in heavy fog
I find myself questioning what is an illusion and what is real
My mind turns into a forest cloaked with mist so thick
That I can't see my hands in front of me
Suddenly, I hear a scream from behind a tree
Dread crawled into my heart and made it sick
I crept closer and realized that the scream
Had come out of a younger version of myself
Who was hiding behind the mist in this peculiar dream
The child's tears watered the flowers beneath her feet
Smiling at her, I offered her my hand
And then we both made our sweet fleet
Out of the dark woods in my head
-Currently listening to "In the woods somewhere" by Hozier.
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Beyond This Mortal Life
PoesiaA poetry book that feels like a warm hug from an old friend. Beyond This Mortal Life is full of poems on self-love, navigating through the dark times, mental health issues, and how to believe in yourself when no else does. Official Spotify Playlist:...
