3,786 miles away from where I call home,
sitting beneath a sun seeming brighter than where I'm from.
The air, the smell, it shifts through my hair like the sand through my toes.
I walk through the glass of the sea,
so clear and calm.
Shifting back and forth on my feet so my thoughts don't do the same.
The smell of salt and touch of warm air;
the perfect distraction.
-s.j.
YOU ARE READING
the healing
PoezjaThese are a collection of poems about my reflections on the best moments of my life and the things that brought the light into my life again. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy :)
