My poetry is garbage, so don’t judge it much :/ (additionally, the image quality could be bad, I’m still learning watercolours, I messed up in lot of places)
“Close your eyes” mama would say
Whenever I felt sad
“Think of something you would want one day,”
She had said after quieting the mad
The tired mad storm
I dreamed of endless fields
Endless fields of flowers
The Vast green sea
And hands as my shields
Grab a stick and run free