THE 100 ACRE WOOD

Hung up in a sea of Chaos
Darkness seemed to never end
All hope had left me nothing but a shell
As if by luck, I saw the most peculiar bird
Its feathers ink black with Stripes of White
Came and Carried me along in to a new world
The journey that would try and save my soul
Not written but In a forest filled with Plastic
My Knight came adorned
Hair So Red, skin so pure and eyes I used to get lost in
The pill was very worse ... Made me feel like my life was worthless
But In the forest I forged Bonds with the unlikeliest of Friends
And Saved my life
Now my Humanity Restored
I found hope again and hope once more

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
Our world

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