PEACE
Cold December air, snow-covered ground.
Silent surroundings.
Crisp air in my lungs provides
Cleansing material for my mind.
It refreshes my soul, reminds me of
All the pure things that exist in the world.
Ice can't be self-harming,
Snow can't be suicidal.
The world isn't sad when it reverts back to
It's natural state, cold and dark.
There's a beauty in thinking about the
Fact that at night in the winter, we
Are truly looking out at the universe.
We see it for what it truly is;
The stars and the moon in the sky,
Stretching endlessly through space.
I believe that we are not alone in this
Universe, and that each star was put in it's spot
For a reason.
Each one has a purpose.
Each star has a place in this universe.
And so do I.
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Picking Up The Pieces
PuisiAn anthology of poems written by me. The uploads will be in 2 parts. The Before is part 1, and The During and The After will be part 2. This is the story of my recovery from PTSD, An Eating Disorder, and Sexual Assault.
