Serenity

my wrist are clean
but the scars run deep
hands forged with stories
my soul can only keep
tears paint my face
they run like the river
wild and free
with spirit and hope
to dry with the heat

my breath like the wind
heavy and full
it whispers with sorrow
and sings to your soul
my body dances with the trees
barren and stripped of all of its leaves
colorless,lifeless but strong
its roots go deep
and its life goes on
the leaves grow back
with the the spark of the sun
the wind catches the leaves
and grows calm

Reviews

[BlueDreams]

Beautiful poem! Metaphors poured life into it :) Very nice detailing :) An artistic write dear :)

100/100