She wanted to be free,
Solid,
Like the ground beneath her,
She longed to be where she was before.
Somewhere stable,
Like the plants around her.
So when she turned to ash,
She was where she was before,
She was her home,
She was Earth.
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A Series of Poems
PoetryThis is a book of the poems that I write. Trigger warning: these poems may include depression and mental health problems, also gory scenes. If any of this triggers you, please refrain from reading. Don't worry, I'm not depressed. I just like to w...
