forest girl

i watch her with her beautiful brown hair

that she thinks is too frizzy.

i think it’s perfect.

her green eyes full of light, 

writing away at the stump of a tree,

in the middle of the forest

in her tiny journal labeled “poetry”.

she oft looks around,  

then wildly writes away. 

she looks up at the sky.

i wish she could see her beauty.

i see tears falling from her eyes

i know it’s not because she’s sad.

it’s because she feels so connected 

to everything in this moment.

she feels so much.

all the time.

she keeps repeating the process.

glancing, smiling, writing, laughing to herself.

crying some more as the wind hits her face.

i know she’s crying for the people her heart yearns for.

she cries because she wants to be seen. 

she cries because the world is so beautiful.

this beautiful, sensitive girl who cries and laughs in the same breath is me.

i wish she wasn’t so hard on herself.

i wish i wasn’t so hard on myself.