The land underneath me looks like it was hand stitched together by my grandmother.
Squares of yellow, green, brown.
I feel like I could peel off the top layer of the Earth and wear it as a cloak.
I would march around the universe in the most beautiful coat, dotted by orchards and fields ready for harvest.
I would be the envy of everyone who had ever heard of me.
If only I could stop pretending.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoesíaMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
