I close my eyes,
I envision a garden,
the colours remain a vibrant feeling rushing through my soul,
The flowers bloom like it's spring everyday,
The sun kisses my skin,
While the fresh air caresses it,
I feel free,
Like every trouble I've ever had has gone away,
Or better yet never existed,
I decide I have to find it no matter what,
I embark on a journey to find my fresh air,
You stop me and say;
"I told you to close your eyes and envision. I never told you what to envision. You cannot physically find this space. The point of this was for me to give you a glimpse of what lay within you all this time."
YOU ARE READING
17th Street.
PoetryThese are short poems I wrote throughout my 17th street of life and it was the only way I deemed fit for me to heal and ascend out of all the love and heartbreak and loss I've had to deal with. I wrote them in hopes that one day I'd get to look back...
