The dirt shifts under me,
My head laying back into the soft ground.
Situated on a small patch of brown,
Isolated from the world of flowers surrounding me.

It’s dark where I lay,
From here I can see the moon.
Bright and colourful resides outside of my patch,
Despite the trees in the suns wake.

I lift my arm to the sky,
Reaching for the moon.
A tattoo across my wrist formed by a fine blade,
reveals a sea of red from my outstretched palm.

My vision blurs and the world hazes,
I reach to pull the moon away and reveal the sun.
But the thatch work above me holts my progress,
Beneath it I am never to see the sky.

I long to breach this sky of branches...

Now I sit and hesitate,
Shall I **** or *******?

In our day to day lives we all make mistakes,
It’s part of human nature to learn from experience.

But unless we are able to give and receive criticism, to help each other to succeed,
How can we ever hope to get better?

As a society, we priorotize those who fail in an attempt to demoralize,
And the more we idiolize these actions, we find ourselves drifting apart.

All I am trying to say is that we should be able to criticize, and receive such openly,
So that as a group and individuals, we may learn and grow healthilly.

It’s been a long, long time since I’ve seen your face.

It’s been a long, long time from when you last held me close.

It’s been a long, long time
Since I last heard your voice.

I miss you, and I feel it will be a long, long time until I’m able to forget you.

How is it the world can carry on its day, despite not knowing what’s coming it’s way?
I sit at the edge of my bed, with my arms wrapped around my head, wondering how others seem to live so care-free.
My anxiety eats away at me, but I’ll just have to wait and see, one day maybe I will live free.