She had lost all
consciousness of time.
A mild sadness.
Used to fending off an unhappy reality.
Left alone.
Yet she admired the one tale of hers that had not existed.
Believing in abnormal creatures.
Progressed naturally to dreams, while wide awake.
YOU ARE READING
A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoetryThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
