I walk through these great fields of green. The wind blows in my face, the birds flying overhead. The sun shines but I have yet to smile in the blanket of nature I find solitude. I close my eyes for just one second, I see every face that has ever crossed my path. I step into the realm of dreams, it is as if I hold a mirror. A mirror that does not reflect myself, but the images of others. We are what we are, no one chooses their gifts, their regrets where they are born. I fear that I can never let go of this mirror it has become a tiresome part of me. Will you look into the mirror that I have for thee?
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Jillian A. Weiss
I'm 24 years old looking to put myself out there as a writer and make my voice heard. I write poetry and fiction. I may branch out into other genres too. If you like my work please leave a tip!
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I miss what we never had
Mother nature embraces me again a tender kiss on the cheek. I find myself once again underneath the shadow of her wings. For who could comprehend a mind such as my own? I am caught between what is and what will never be. I look at the human heart and the human eyes. I see what they say and do not say. I think about the state of our happiness, I think about what I could have done to keep you by my side. Scenarios replay in the corners of my mind like a cassette tape. I speak my heart to Mother nature because she is the only one who seems to understand. The water it rushes by, the rocks that it cascades down, their sharp edges remind me of the bitterness that you held. The prickle of your words when you said goodbye. And now here I am soaking in the bitterness in which you left me with. Farewell, farewell to the love that I thought we could have.
By Jillian A. Weiss4 years ago in Poets
A Sorry Letter
Dear Me, I wanted to sit for a bit and write this letter to you. To tell you how sorry I am for what I've put you through. To let you know it was not my intention to purposely put you through this pain over and over again. I just want you to hear me out, and if at the end of this letter you choose not to forgive me that is fine with me I will understand.
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