The sun still shines like summer, but the wind blows like early autumn.
Everything is so silent
It feels like tranquility.
Twilight appears,
No one has said a word.
What seemed unfamiliar before
Starts to become recognizable.
What a feeling it is,
To finally stare in the mirror
And not be so scared.
The figure is shaping itself again
To welcome it's eyes with arms of
Self acceptance.
Nothing looks blurry
And feels hardly like a fever dream,
There's days it's hard to sleep,
The warmth of your hands never felt so much like home.
Maybe it's okay to distant,
Memories that stay will always
Be nostalgic.
It's best to go on,
Never remain the same.
A kiss of recognition, finally occurs
No need for any voices to understand, but
Mine alone.
YOU ARE READING
Reminiscing Indigo
PoesiaHi! If you read my previous garbage just know I've gotten way better! I thought I would give watt pad another try to express my writing skills though I've developed I'm still an amateur at it
