In the tranquil dawn the overcast,
yet cerulean blue
sky hides the happily shining
sun. Expectant dreams skip
across the mind, as curious eyes gaze out the radiant window. The scars
on the fragile hands, proof of the controlled-chaos
that exists inside the lovely
soul that sings the forgotten song. The rain
a beautiful surprise to the living
embodiment of chaotic perfection who has one desire.
To leave a mark, before falling like the autumn leaves.
Source: This is perhaps my favorite writing that I completed for my creative writing class. The assignment was kind of a process so I'll not explain it, but I hope you enjoy the poem.
Into the Woods and Infertility
7 years ago
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