Some days, I am simply encapsulated by nature.
The tree’s vivid green branches
And the etched pinecones lay fallen near.
The brisk, sharp wind fills up my lungs
As if I’m breathing in a new life,
To remind me that beauty is alive.
Other days, I am targeted by emptiness,
And my head rings with an overwhelming numbness.
The dryness of my skin threating to chip away
The only thing of depression keeping my gravity down
And I feel like giving it all up.
But I will fight for those “some days.”
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 11:20 PM UTC
Some days, I am simply encapsulated by nature.
The tree’s vivid green branches
And the etched pinecones lay fallen near.
The brisk, sharp wind fills up my lungs
As if I’m breathing in a new life,
To remind me that beauty is alive.
Other days, I am targeted by emptiness,
And my head rings with an overwhelming numbness.
The dryness of my skin threating to chip away
The only thing of depression keeping my gravity down
And I feel like giving it all up.
But I will fight for those “some days.”
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