The roads we travel wind and weave
Emotions surge that we cannot appease
So much of life is like autumn leaves
Waiting for the explosion of color
Like the rush of a soft kiss from a lover
Life is made up of ebbs and tides
With melancholy followed by short highes
Reds yellows and oranges are the vibrancy of our lives
Impactful moments but so fleeting
We travel these winding roads
Seeking explosive colors
For that moment that shines above all others.
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
