Pause with me
Breathe with me
Wonder and imagine
with me
Think and ponder
About nothing and everything
with me
When things are weighing you down
Take off your weighty crown
Stroll through the forest of forgotten dreams and afterthoughts
Worry less about what's ahead or behind
Hit the reset
Give your internal stress guage a rewind and drop it
Continue walking, until we lose ourselves in the forest
Until you can no longer see or feel the presence of that stress
Lay down on the forest floor
Just lay there
Respirare
respira con me
Pausa
fermati con me
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Thanks for reading!
Author's Notes: Enjoy.
About the Creator
Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
The Accidental Poet - Poetry Collection is now available!
https://paulspoeticprints.etsy.com
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Comments (7)
I have no idea what “respira con me” means but I like it. Terrific message here! 👏 🌲🌲🌲 & Dharrsheena’s comments (which always seems to be below mine) always kill me. Very entertaining. 😁 Anyway, liking your style here a lot!! Peace out.
This was so blissful! That crisp air and cool green all around. So divine. Unless a bear comes along. Are there bears in this forest Sir Paul? Is this your elaborate plan to kill me? Lol. Loved your poem! 🍩🥐
The best kind of pause that refreshes.
This is what makes me a poor fantasist. I'm there, I'm in the forest, I've walked and walked, and now...I'm hungry.
lovely
Cool
Very gentle and comforting -Love the Italian at the end. Beautiful! 🤍