You are the wind I speak to.
The sun and shade protecting me.
The voice speaking clear
In the thunder and storm.
The fireflies in the dark, the moon shining, guiding me.
You are the river burbling wisdom.
You are my bones propping me up
When I am deflated.
You made me believe in myself
Even when believing left
My bones.
YOU ARE READING
Labyrinth
PoetryPoems I made during quarantine. A poem compilation about eating, sleeping and other things. I don't know what I have created. Read at your own risk.
