Black Water
I am on the edge
I am on the edge of depression,
Knees pulled up to my chin,
My toes inch closer to the black water.
I can almost feel it lapping at my feet.
But there is also the breeze,
The branches of the willow tree
Swaying gracefully, whispering softly;
The birds singing their playful tune.
I tip my toes forward and feel the chill.
It shoots up my legs, my body, aims for the heart.
I gasp, my heart quickens, then slows.
I don't pull away, don't see how I could.
The willow branches reach out to me,
The breeze becomes wind, pushing me back,
My eyes close, my toes dig in, rooted there.
I stay until I feel nothing at all.
About the Creator
Andrea N. Brown
Always trying to live my coziest life. Fueled by coffee, long walks, stacks of books, watching the birds, and staring at trees. Writing keeps me alive.
Current inspirations: Billy Collins, Mary Oliver, Carlos Ruiz Fafon and Lily King
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Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
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Comments (8)
This really resonated with me on so many levels. I love it! Excellent piece ♥️
Love this. There’s so much emotion.
Excellent. Could relate to this situation very well. Loved the thought processes and the flow . More please.
Well done on your top story mate its a heartfelt and sad poem. I've looked out on the sea and thought very similar things.
Sometimes we must tear up our roots to plant ourselves in better soil.
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Wow, great job!
Beautiful
Written beautifully :)