I still remember that day.
Laughter echoing through the trees,
skin spotted with dappled sunlight,
leaves stuck in our hair, our clothes.
In the most perfect of secret places,
we hid, sharing stories, telling jokes,
exhaling a nimbus of smoke
with every breath,
talking, laughing, as if we'd never stop.
Time passed in a haze,
hours flying by
like minutes,
and our only cue to leave
was the thundering of the sky.
The heavens opened as we walked home,
All holding hands and cheering,
singing over the pouring rain.
YOU ARE READING
still surviving
PoetryA collection of poems and diary entries from the diary of a girl with mental illness. These are the words unspoken, the raw reality of fighting against your own mind in the battle for recovery. Some content may be triggering for some readers, partic...
