Worldly

It is not the brightness

Of the sun

Nor is it the light 

Of the room

That makes the flowers bloom

Makes my skin so warm

It is not the cold of the ice

Nor the rush of the wind

That shakes my nerves

Rises the bumps on my skin

It is not the moon 

Who pulls my tides apart

Or the ocean I am drowning in

Not the forests I get lost in

Or the mountains that take my breath away

Nothing, not even the world

Can do something like this.

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

I can't help but feel this to be the profound effects of love hanging from your heart like an anchor that keeps you afloat in the storm yet drowns you when the tides come up. Perhaps not love, rather, friendship or perhaps familial love. Regardless, you portray its effects on you in such an exuberant manner. Well done!

[Duaa]

good job kristin...nice write..

[stars are far]

that was very well done ;) good job