The Vine

The Vine

A Poem by Victoria W.
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Something I wrote while working at the restaurant.. I will probably come back to this for editing purposes.

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             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.  

        

© 2017 Victoria W.


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Victoria W.
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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.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Victoria W.

4 Years Ago

We all fall sometimes. ^_^

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Added on March 20, 2017
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Tags: nature, forest, trees, mental, mental health, depression, anxiety