poetry is my new coping mechanism-or at least im trying it out. my therapist recommended it to me since i love writing and reading. i made a poem today. i think it’s pretty cool tbh. it’s about when i was at girl scout camp for the last day, and it was, well, raining.
POEM: the pitter-patter fell as i looked up. the trees covered me slightly but droplets still fell on my scalp. the leaves crunched under my feet. i stopped to hear the birds still singing and looked down to see the ants still working all through the rain.
