I lie on the ground
A fallen leaf
Broken and brown
Remembering when I was hopeful and green
A new bud
Ready to jump from the tree
Or when my colors were warm and bright
Dancing in the air
No inhibitions or fright
I miss the tree, I miss the wind
As I crumble
Just wanting to feel like me again
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My Battle
PoetryPoetry of my personal struggles with depression, anxiety, chronic fatigue, and more. Each poem is marked as sad or hopeful so you can read whatever you're in the mood for.
