Natures Unwanted Ones.
I Am Crawling Through This Life.
I am the vines
twisted, misunderstood.
I am the weeds coming through soot.
Dirty, unloved.
Pulled out of life too soon.
I am the moon,
hidden in a sea of black.
I am the dirt
where nothing grows.
I am the absence of light.
I am a bird
giving up the fight.
To predators of the night.
I am crawling in life
just to be alive.
Through mud, dirt.
Arid windy deserts.
Among night time blues
fighting through.
To assert my right
to live this life.
To be alive.
- Erin 23rd May 2018
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Erin Shields
27. England. Poet. I have Bipolar, BPD & Anxiety. I’ve been writing since I was 18 as an outlet for my mental health.
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