I apologise for how utterly shit this is.
The sun,
Not harsh against my skin,
Soft,
Gentle.
The breeze is not afraid,
Nor am I,
It is an old friend,
Breathing words of comfort.
Their voices,
Not spiteful, not mean,
Caring,
A hand to hold,
Not one that will hurt me.
Like tiny droplets of rain,
Against my skin,
Small droplets of feeling,
Life.
I welcome my senses,
As they return to the world,
Begin to feel,
As I begin to feel.
I hope in time,
The rain will turn to a flood,
As my smile returns,
As my life is back.
I feel freedom passed into my hands,
As I am awake,
Finally,
Away from the mist,
Into the sun.
I welcome small feeling,
I embrace what I have,
Knowing that someday,
It will grow,
Into life.
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Thoughts, Ideas and Pathetic Rambling
PoetryJust some stuff that popped into my brain! This is basically just my random inner thoughts and feelings, prepare for a lot of poems and extended metaphors!
