A whole lot of
feroucious stories
terrible happenings
far and close
to me
take
my
air.
A whole bunch of
things and creatures
I find beautiful
I love
I see fit to make it all worthwhile.
The balance, the balance
Please put
another scoop
on the bright side
Or tell me
about Yours.
Do you know that feeling? I feel a bit helpless, scared of growing up in this world, of accepting the terrible things and bad things and what people do and have done, always. I am scared. I love life, I love my friends, I love tiny things. But sometimes everything in my head thinks very fast, and then dark thing become too heavy or seem too close even though they don't even affect me personally. I love this community here, the possibility to connect, get to know each other's poetry and show my own very personal writes. It is supportive; and I wish I could trust a little more in our world and that everything will be alright. Even very good, maybe!
Love.