My Hill

A Poem by Chenin Marie

Engulfed in a city of traffic and pollution, I sit on this hill contemplating solutions. It overlooks this city, that once was a small town, where dreams are built just to be broken down. Here on my hill I find clarity. I love the feel of the cool grass beneath me, I become calm, in touch with her energy completely. Surrounded by life in all of its forms, daisies and lavenders bloom after each storm. On this hill rests a big oak tree, with this tree I have a connection. It holds wisdom that is beyond my years and I'm envious of the things it has seen. However, it grows only in this spot, branches in different directions and roots planted firmly in soil that has been poisoned. I stand here alone on top of my hill, with my wise oak tree, daisies and lavenders. I breathe in deeply and take it all in, all of her energy, positive, negative and some filled with sins. I finally exhale and that's how I begin.