Stepping Out
Nature, ouuu whimsical, beautiful, fresh and lovely. Yes that soothing place we're told it's true. I'll keep that in mind while I share with all of you. Tripping over thistles and old berries in the wild, I fell like a fragile and often innocent child as all such things serve as a brutal surprise. Emptiness begets my soul while trudging through the density of shame and forest too. Smoke smothering my lungs as vegetation releases its abuse.
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Fascinating poem. Nice rhyme scheme as well!