I wrote the first draft of this poem in April of 2020 when I was back home in the mountains and thought it would be nice to revisit for Spring. Let me know what you think 💛
Walking Through the Meadow of My Childhood I don’t know where it comes from, the feeling I must rush The chirping chickadees and creek water skipping over pebbles does something to quell my anxiety I still get caught up thinking, Would you like this version of me? The little dog runs and jumps, then splashing and the quacking ducks with their wings spread wide over the water Come on silly girl, I yell She wouldn’t know what to do if she got to them anyways Old worries drift away, I think maybe not everything needs to have two meanings Maybe a sunny day can just be a sunny day
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