If poetry wasn't meant to be felt then why does every word hit your chest as if you re-lived a certain moment?
If poetry wasn't made to be relatable then why does every line feel so close as if you wrote the piece yourself?
We've all been there an...
I wonder... When I stood so close, I saw a sheep. When I stood so tall, I only saw grass. Until I took steps back, Opened my eyes wide and looked beneath The surface. Now, I stand with caution as I point and Brand you the wolf in sheep skin. I'm alert to the moving grass as I watch you, A snake, slither between the blades. I wonder how close I was really standing To not see this before.
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