Unpainted... Beneath The Breath. Poem by Annalee Somerville
Unpainted... Beneath The Breath.
I see you,
Not as the image they painted,
but the storm you've withstood...
the quiet thunder folded beneath your breath.
You're still here,
still rising,
still falling like leaves
and somehow...
still rising like a tree.
Rooted in ache,
you dance with the wind... unapologetically alive.
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Tuesday, July 29, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: survival,self reflection,seasons
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
To me, falling like leaves speaks of transformation. How change, like the turning of seasons, makes room for something new. The falling isn't a failure. It's sacred release.
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