my name is zoe. i am a forest, untamed. my thoughts are trees going high and the roots deeper. my body are the wildflowers. i am the wild. i am free.
i changed one day.
someone came into my life. he was a stranger, brought into my land because of a silly dare. he was beautiful. he would come back sometimes, each time i loved him more. he kept the dead trees out, the hunters out, and anything that was bound to harm me.
one day he didn't come. not for 3 days, 2 weeks, 4 months. nothing. something changed in me. i realized how lonely i actually was. a plague came. it destroyed my body first, my wildflowers had withered one by one. it got the trees next. my thoughts slowly just... died. it hurt. i was a dead forest. who would bother to stop here?
but i am a forest. there's always a part of me that's still here.
a flower. a lilac flower popped up. how beautiful. how hopeful. how brave.
brave.
i took a deep breath.
my name is zoe, i am my own forest of thoughts.
i am the wild.
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Early Morning Scribbles
PoetryMy collection of poems, usually written in the early morning hours. (sometimes I'll make them at later times, haha)
