How I wished to take form
as a cloud,
suspended in the air
by the thousands of invisible strings
of God's great marionette.
So heavy that I am light,
or is it the other way around?
My salty tears pepper the Earth
with kisses, falling
onto the chubby cheeks of children,
seep into thirsty roots.
How my sadness might be beautiful
for the first time in my life.
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An Invitation To Dreamland
PoetryWelcome in; tread lightly, and please speak softly. Ramblings and bad poetry TW: body dysmorphia, depressive themes
