nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The Ground does not deserve you
There are places you return to out of habit, not belonging. Rooms that once held you because you didnā€™t yet know you had the right to leave. People who mistook your endurance for agreement, your silence for consent, your presence for loyalty. Coming back to the ground with clarity means seeing all of it without the old fog softening the edges. You stand in the doorway of your own life and realize that some of the ground youā€™ve been walking on was never meant to hold your weight.
By Elisa Wontorcik15 days ago in Poets
The Ground that doesnā€™t deserve you
There are places you return to out of habit, not belonging. Rooms that once held you because you didnā€™t yet know you had the right to leave. People who mistook your endurance for agreement, your silence for consent, your presence for loyalty. Coming back to the ground with clarity means seeing all of it without the old fog softening the edges. You stand in the doorway of your own life and realize that some of the ground youā€™ve been walking on was never meant to hold your weight.
By Elisa Wontorcik15 days ago in Poets
Descent
Descent is not a collapse. It is a deliberate return, a controlled lowering of altitude after the sky has done its work. You come back to the ground slowly, intentionally, carrying the clarity you earned in the thin air. The world rises to meet you with all its familiar weight, but you are not the same person who left it. Gravity reaches for you with the confidence of an old habit, expecting you to slip back into the shapes you once held, but altitude has altered your outline. You feel the pull, but you do not mistake it for belonging.
By Elisa Wontorcik15 days ago in Poets
