I was born amidst the city,
I am one with busy highways and graffiti carelessly scrawled across overpasses
I am alive at night,
Lights shine against bare skin;
I’m small against my backdrop
I’m one drop of water amongst a stream of people
I have lived in the country,
Where nobody could be found for miles
Where I was expected to rely on myself and grow into myself
I nurtured myself,
I killed myself,
I wavered and withered with the seasons
But I flourished
I will die by the sea,
Waves may crash against me,
But I will remain upright.
Salt water will heal my wounds
I shall return to nature
I will be washed away; yet eternal
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC
I was born amidst the city,
I am one with busy highways and graffiti carelessly scrawled across overpasses
I am alive at night,
Lights shine against bare skin;
I’m small against my backdrop
I’m one drop of water amongst a stream of people
I have lived in the country,
Where nobody could be found for miles
Where I was expected to rely on myself and grow into myself
I nurtured myself,
I killed myself,
I wavered and withered with the seasons
But I flourished
I will die by the sea,
Waves may crash against me,
But I will remain upright.
Salt water will heal my wounds
I shall return to nature
I will be washed away; yet eternal