This poem is something I wrote a while back. It’s always funny looking back on old pieces; I remember thinking how bad this was, but now, I couldn’t be happier with it. Just in case you struggle with the same thing, after you finish creating anything, step away from it for a bit—a couple of days if you can. It often helps move the inner critic aside. Enjoy!
The night comforts me
Its wispy tendrils of fog
Hold me near
I don’t feel alone
In the dead of night
The world has never felt
More alive
The songs it sings
The stories it whispers
The creatures it lets call home
Make for a land of wonder
And how wondrous it is
How numinous it is
In all its giving nature
So I’ll lay here
Back against dew-kissed grass
And watch the stars dance
And the moon glow
With vivid vitality
Until the time comes
To go back where I belong
Returning the favor
To the land and its darkness
That nurtured me so
To become part of the only thing I know
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Wow! That really makes you stop and think❤️ Love it❤️❤️
This moved me immensely. I feel this. 💗