#iwrotethat

I wonder what it is,

that puts me under you spell.

There you are.

Barely five feet apart from me.

And I can’t just figure out,

what it is.

Is it the way,

I get lost into your eyes?

In the deep chestnut brown nostalgia,

that reminds me of a quiet and warm day of fall?

The wish to take your hand,

and walk through a forest,

with leaves in all colors,

showing us the way?

The way away from stereotypes, suffering and the framework of a corrupted society?

The way we would see the nature,

and just for a bare second forget,

what time we live in?

Or maybe it is in the way you smile?

Just as rare,

as a spotting a shootingstar is;

but so much more beautiful,

and wheter you like to hear it or not,

so much less shallow and dead inside.

The way,

you lift your ears,

whenever you smile;

in a way that makes me giggle.

It might also be,

because of the dimples,

that adorn your face.

Or it might be,

because your smile brings such a warm feeling,

in a room build of nothing but ice.

And not to forget mentioning your soul.

True.

Pure.

Caring and so much stronger,

than you dare to accept the thought.

Yes.

It is a battle-hardened soul,

that gives your body life.

It is the soul of a phoenix.

It is a soul,

that will not die;

but rise from the ashes,

that the blazing inferno of life causes;

This is a poem I have dedicated to suicide awareness and the importance of mental health! I really hope you guys like it and receive a good message from it! Happy poem of the week day!

The ash tree.

The many-tongued snake eats its own young. I make peace with her as I learn her language. We are cut from the same cloth. Just as the sky and the ground, where they meet.

There's a line I've crossed. A dark place with many rooms, a house, a tree, an Yggdrasil of thought. I have been selfish, I have struggled and strayed.

An unnamed eagle lives in the ash tree that sings to me whenever I'm lost. A melody only he knows, with strings attached to my soul.

My time here is fleeting but I try hard to put things right. I place feathers on your wounds and sing quietly until the day breaks.

Once we learn to drink from the well that's gone dry, the rain comes.

Forgive me lord

I feel like I've failed you

I'm trying really hard to change

But I keep falling short

Trying to make it out this pool

I'm still swimming in sin

I want to change

But I don't know where to begin

I'm lost and I'm not proud to admit it

Lord please be my compass

Help me get back on track

I tried to do it on my own

And I just ended up walking in circles

Looking for answers everywhere

But I didn't consider you

Wrapped in the soft blanket of your own words.

- @gdotkeaton