The Vine

Something I wrote while working at the restaurant.. I will probably come back to this for editing purposes.

             From depressive lows 

         to manic highs

         I swing from

         the vine.

_____________________________________________________*________________________________________________            Below 

              the canopy

         the rain 

               falls 

                  hard.

         Light 

         breaks

       through

the trees

    in shards.

 Wind

  and

        water in 

         my

      hair.

This vine is

         weak.

     It could

                  tear.

            From 

                 depressive

                          lows to 

                       manic

                     highs

            I swing

             from

              the vine.  

        

Author's Note

Featured photo by Victoria W.

Reviews

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Its a vast world in the jungle. I've made sanctuary here in a cave. Find the smoke to the fire, I fell from my vine.

[Victoria W.]

We all fall sometimes. ^_^