Walking through a full forest
Filled with empty emotions,
I begin to think that
I am the one to blame.
The mist of the air grazes
The tips of my vellus hairs.
Sending shivers through my bones
And cooling the panic.
Surrounding myself with forest
Making my world feel so small,
I see the importance of life
And let everything go.
The resistance of my corneas
Clears and the meaning is there
That love is all around,
In the forest and in me.
Copyright 2018
Image by Trai Anderson Smith
Becca's Poetry 
This describes what I call my depression, where the feeling of, it being my fault, that I’m in the wrong, without context and out of the blue is a constant reality. But I slowly find myself with my forest and come back to the truth. Becca you’re amazing and I love you. Your words do something to me, and I can’t help but feel so grateful.
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