I remember when I was young
Sitting below the sun
Golden rays kissing my freckled cheeks
Like a mother's lips soft and loving
The warmth enveloping
Into a golden embrace
Another freckle upon my face
Watching clouds floating by
Battleships high in the sky
Green grass pricking skin
Itchy welts soon begin
A bead of sweat falls into my eye
A troop of ants on my thigh
The world is in motion
On the ground
And in the ocean high
Those golden rays
Bring the world out to play.
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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.
