Here is all of my poetry about nature and, like, mentally healing! I just honestly didn't have enough to justisfy having categories for each independently, and honestly in my head I think they're related concepts. I like nature a whole lot! Growth or something? I'm high!
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silent.
silent, and stagnant
like the morning after a rain.
i think it may be raining.
i think there may be storms outside-
tornadoes, wind to knock down houses
at home, there is fire
burning, aching, twisting
here it is silent
here there is no rain
at least for now
at least for tonight
you cannot hide from the weather forever
but the rain can wait for tomorrow
the rain can come another night
tonight, we are dry
tonight, we are silent
tonight, we are asleep
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From before the war
At the dawn of my time,
i had free happiness.
Now i have to work for it.
But that doesn’t make me any less happy.
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better than I ever have
and silently,
quietly,
as though nothing in the world matters,
as though i do not matter,
as though my heart does not beat,
i sleep.
as though sleep is enough rest for my soul.
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Healing, or something
And this is healing.
And this is finding a reason to wake up,
A reason to get out of bed,
a reason to eat in the morning.
And this is finding a reason to go to school,
a reason to look at people,
a reason to care about my classes.
And this is re-finding old interests,
re-watching that old show,
re-playing that old game.
And this is finding a reason to live.
Seeing the upside in things again
Wanting to talk to friends again
Wanting to be on stage again
Wanting to want again.
And this is healing.
No matter how many times i must do it.
This is healing.
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Religion
and when i stare at the moon,
dazed,
asking him so many questions and getting so few answers,
like a child looking to a parent,
like a nun looking to god,
then i am real.
never before after.
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