I wander far.
My arms bending
With vines; my feet
uplifted roots.
My brain a seed
Blowing through wind,
Seeking a home to
Grow.
My hair, a petal
To be brushed,
Intertwined with berries,
Thorns and brambles.
My tongue twists
Into a song only
Sung by the sweetness
Of nature.
The sun wishes
To know more
Of me. And sings along.
I wonder how far I will go?
What shall become my home, and
Who will I turn into?
YOU ARE READING
And I Wander
PoetryPoetry is a place I have always found myself to wander through. Getting lost among an enchanted forest, wondering at the prospect of why I cannot love, or feel. I am expressing myself in ways I never found capable of doing verbally. This is my trea...
