Being Small

Being Small

A Poem by thepoisonpen
"

nature is the greatest anti-depressant

"

I climbed inside of the hill instead of climbing over it

I took root there


and now spend the minutes with my face to the sky

reveling in the simplicity of my dirt sitting room

and birdsong and breezes


I don't wait or want

the rain just comes

© 2010 thepoisonpen


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This brought tears to my eyes. This is like being dead. Not being, not existing.

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Added on July 16, 2010
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