growing season
sunlight invites me outside
but when I go to meet him
the wind whips my skin
I'm exposed
while the sun fills my soul
and the cold cuts right through
all my clothes and my flesh to my bones
if I were standing on steel and concrete and glass
I might feel lost in this moment
as it is, with my boots in the dirt,
I am whole
1: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/86mcgs/i_am_a_symbol/dw6a048/
2: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/86it9u/lost/dw6an9l/
edit: typo
Posted Mar 23, 2018, 6:53 PM UTC · edited
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