underneath this sun
underneath this day
i will sit cross legged
and i will breathe
for the ones who never believed in me
and for the ones who did
i made it here in this moment
and the clouds float past still
present on this grass
each individual blade cuts through
the feeling of non belonging,
for this moment wants me.
and i am here to stay.
YOU ARE READING
-𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝.
Poetrya collection of poems based around mental illness. = this book may contain images that trigger specific individuals. please read the content warnings and keep yourself safe! = " pounds dropping, rain drops of relapse, recovery is a journey but smal...
