We were so innocent
Eyes on the skies and trains in the rain
Pelts on the asphalt like jumps in puddles
Gleeful and free, we were
Inhibitions only in peripherals
Barely having formed, trained
Rivers, and winds through trees
Flowing and floating through my mind,
The world open and new and wondrous
Visible through windows, I became
Trapped in pain and expectations
In systems and rolling hills and landscape goats
Vines, overgrown, dismantling the foundations
Of pain, Begging for my return, for me to exist
To see the beauty with it's own eyes
Through me, within me, Of me
It is through Earth that we come into existence,
and it's of this piece of Earth that we see her through
To sit in that thought, to exist here with that knowledge
Is a whole beauty in and of itself,
like a purpose has been divined to me
A purpose that is simple … to exist … to play
About the Creator
Sylvia Bones
An artist of many forms, writing is one of my favorite expressions.
I have been in the process of writing a series of books for the past decade, and during my down time, I love to express myself thru poetry. Here are some iterations, enjoy!
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