Wed, 10/07/2015 - 23:09 -- ss14959

World of wonder reveals itself,

Reasoning takes a step back.

I reach for words, and set them down.

To rest on a page of my own works.

Instantly the wonders that cloud my head

Near me like a storm creeping up on the sun.

“Go tell your story,” they whisper to me.

This poem is about: 


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741