growing season

Feedback Received!
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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