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Rule freely over my heart:
Going back in time
To a beautiful sunrise
Morning birds sing
I feel the summer breeze
The campfire smoke is still stuck to my cloths
Clinging to me like a small child clings to their mother
“Restricted area”
And muddy shoes
Chasing each other on bikes
Breath in the afternoon air
Crashing in with the waves and restless tides
Salty and sticky skin
Swimsuit is cold to the touch in the evening breeze
Hang it up to dry
Little brother is still crying
Campfire once again
Smoke Blowing on my fleece jacket
My Mother got it at the thrift store
I was too scared to go in
I didn't want to be seen as poor
I hope the marshmallows
And chocolate
Don't give me more cavities
I've already got one inside my own mind
And it's enough to make me cry
In my tent
I try to be quite
No one can hear how much I hurt inside
I wonder if my brothers friend will ever notice me
I wonder why
Oh why
Time passes slowly under every moonlit sky
Ridden with anxiety
Why can't I just be a human being
I wonder when it will be my time, to be free and feel alive
I Spend my night going back in time
To a place full of liars and lilies blooming under the great big pines
As much as I hurt there too
It remains my sick daydream
I've only been seeing the pictures in the most glamorous of frames
It's how I've learned to live my life
It's how I've learned to feel alright
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I wrote this poem about a camping trip when I was around nine or ten. After leaving a religious cult called "The Twelve Tribes " I struggled to adjust to the outside world and make friends. I desperately missed my old life. I wanted this poem to start off sweet and happy, and slowly get darker and show my true emotions, that I hid from everyone else at the time, because I felt my emotions were "bad" and my thoughts made me "bad" and "Worthless", words I heard a lot in the cult. I was really only comfortable in nature at the age I was in this poem.
I started writing fan fiction but couldn't ever finish anything, so when I started learning more about poetry in my English class, I realized I really liked writing. I write a lot of angry and vulgar poetry, which I really like, but this is definitely a calmer one, it shows who I was as a child, sensitive, a people pleaser, and kind.