Forward

May 26, 2011
By Anonymous

I sing to the trees
I sing to the grass
To the valleys,
To the rivers,
To the animals lurking
Above and below.

I take a deep breath
And slowly walk
To my destination
To a place I’ve never
Wanted to go
To a place far
From normal.

I ponder the
Difficult past
I take another breath
And keep moving forward.


The author's comments:
I write poems depending on my mood. I'm not really sure what my mood was here.

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