Slow movements
Leaves just fall
Sitting here
Feeling two feet tall.
Reflecting on everything
The memories pouring back to me,
Tears streaming down my face almost as quickly.
Can't anyone see?
I'm not okay,
So why must you continue asking me?
I look up,
Only to see a gigantic tree
Looking straight down at me.
The huge structure
Staring,
Showing me my own reflection.
As the leaves come down,
Faster,
Slower,
Fast again,
The same pace as my never ending,
Super salty tears.
I now see
That this tree is me
Both of us in need of something.
Neither know what to do
So I walk away,
And when my tears dry,
The wind stops
And the leaves stop falling,
Knowing everything is gonna be okay.
C.R.B.G
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I decided to do an analogy poem, because I feel as if it goes into more depth. Of course, it was pure coincidence when the leaves fell, but in the narrator's eyes it was not. The narrator was looking for comfort, which was being foreshadowed with the stanza:
Can't anyone see?
I'm not okay,
So why must you continue asking me?
This show's that the narrator feels alone, but seeks shelter, almost embodying ones self in an inanimate object, a method of self-compassion.
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