A summer of independence,
A type of loneliness that I can't escape,
How must I be okay?
Laying awake at night,
the bugs humming in the distance,
keeping me company,
More than the one next to my side,
I always loved Summer,
The days of the sunshine healing my soul,
In a world completely of my own,
Surrounded by people who I am supposed to know,
But the reality is simply, not true,
Even the ones you love so dearly,
Looking into my eyes,
How do you expect me to be okay?
I used to love summer,
The sweet cherry blossoms and the warm breeze caressing my cheek,
Why do I feel this way?
You see it is so simple,
Summer is filled with little things to ease the pain,
Nature can seem to speak to you so differently; when you can feel the lush grass kissing on your toes,
The warm rain dripping from your hair to your nose,
I used to love summer,
And apart of me still does.
About the Creator
Isabella Vedro
An aspiring poet and writer. Looking to learn more about myself and my ability. Writing has taken me out of the deepest losses of life and brought me light.
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