•🌔🌿My Poetry Corner🌱🌖•

Adding one that I already made:

I’m still getting there.

It’s taking some time, but I 

know life gets better.

🌱☀️🧡🪶

I went to climb

a willow tree, and when 

I got to it, the branches drooped

almost reaching the soft earth over

 its roots. I grabbed a branch, ropelike

and hanging, waiting for a climber. 

Sitting in the canopy, a dragonfly

 zips past my ear. The 

monster I ran from

 looks so small

 from up

 here. 

🍃🌙🕸️🌾

I did it. I said 

that I wouldn’t. It went well,

 until I did it.

🫤🌀⚠️💻

Mother

My Mother

Why must you cry for me?

I live, I breathe,

And yet you mourn my loss. 

My loss. 

Mother,

You have nothing to mourn. 

It is mine. 

I am mine. 

🩹🦓🖤🗯️

Stuck between a rock and a hard place

 I can’t catch my breath, can’t slow down

 Pieces of me fall away

 I’m left with only a part of what I was

 Unable, incapable, less-than

 I may never be able to go back

 At least the path is straight when the only way is down

🖤🦓

I owe nothing. 

Not “nothing that I haven’t received.”

Just nothing. 

No one can buy me. 

I am not a collection of apologies. 

I am a life, whether I believe it, or not. 

One day, I won’t put myself up for auction. 

🪙💬🖤🎬