Muted olive hills and valleys
Sloping here and there without care
The strong greens fading
As the cold creeps ever closer
Bare wooden forestscapes
Like impenetrable walls of steel
Sharpened spires as branches
Tree trunks acting like prison bars
" I am trapped here, no way out "
My thoughts playing this on loop
Towards the beginning that was
When living in the middle of nowhere
In the sticks of West Virginia
Felt like an exile, a last resort forced to take
Complete isolation of oneself
With illusionary escape
July,
August,
September
the months were
Though my statements hold true
Energy and connotation differs now
More optimistic and lighthearted
Not so much a spiral of dread
And resistance to acceptance
As Winter draws near, and colors dull
Bright sunlight the last saving grace
The lesson becomes clear
Isolation was necessary
Minimal distractions to sway me
The silence needed to properly hear
Raw Truth from my Soul
And guidance from the Universe
Though one in the same
In a world full of opinions
I needed my facts
Being alone the only option
To uncover,
rediscover,
and rebuild
my Self
With pure Truth and intentions
Through my ethereal Being
And not the false ideologies
Of someone else's tainted energy
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// J A X
november 27, 2022
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Lavender Soul
PoetryA collection of poetry and random musings I have about Life and the things I experience
