I'm sitting at the top of a city,
A gentle breeze,
the caress of song,
And the world seems so large.
There is peace to be found in feeling small.
That, I am a mere blade of grass growing upon an endless field.
It is so easy to feel inconsequential,
But tonight, I am content in my own imperfect existence.
For once, my torrent soul is tranquil-
And I am merely proud to find beauty in being one drop of rain in a hurricane.
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Beneath the Wave
PoetryA collection of poems I write, mostly about my mental health. Disclaimer: Some poems are very dark. They discuss my trials and feelings about my mental health issues and my battle against sickness. Poetry has always been an outlet for all of the dar...
