Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Rachael Netznik Apr 2014
The gentle breeze became her escape.
She would close her eyes, picture her spirit whipping away with the wind.
Her fears left her presence under the moonscape.
Nature was her only assured friend.

By Rachael Netznik
Rachael Netznik Apr 2014
Hold your dreams up high
In moments of doubt grasp to them,
For they will soar your spirit to the sky.
Don't let fear make the light in yourself dim.

Worry creates a land of sorrow.
It takes away the joy of today,
And makes you dread tomorrow.
Hold on to hope in every way.

If you can't find peace in yourself,
Ask a friend, a stranger, or look to the heavens for help.
A simple whisper in the wind,
releases more than a talk with a shallow friend.

By: Rachael Netznik

— The End —