A Silent Morning Under the Mist and Fog
An acrostic poem
By Rae JanneyPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
The windy roads to the mountain top of Soddy Daisy, TN
Surrounded by mist and moss stained stones,
Isn't it curious how the song of
life
evades us even when the sun has long since rose from the east?
No whispers of wind or
Careful steps of a doe, almost as if
Everyone else was asleep.
About the Creator
Rae Janney
A Behavioral Neuroscience major with a passion for writing. My predominant writing style is surreal poetry, and most of my pieces touch upon mental health- TW included. My goal with my writing to end the stigma of mental illness.
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