SeasonsA Poem by Your Favorite NicheA poem about living through mental illness/ in a depressed state
Crisp cold mornings come,
as the leaves drift and the dew appears upon the grass blade. I sit and ponder, what is it that allows me to move forward? A new start in such a frigid season, only knowing it gets colder with time. Comforted by light, mentally in shadows. Always overthinking my purpose. But what if it's just to live? Destined to thrive like tulips in Winter; I bloom in every season.
© 2023 Your Favorite Niche |
Stats
47 Views
Added on October 17, 2023 Last Updated on October 17, 2023 Tags: depression, self love, mental illness, bipolar, seasons, starting over, fresh start, life AuthorYour Favorite NicheAboutA queer black woman in her 20's writing about the small nuances in life. I love writing poetry, short stories, and songs. more..Writing
|