I sit still
on the hill
I realize that I am at the edge of the cliff.
My voice echoes through the trees and the rocks below me.
I remember my memories with my mother.
I listen to the whir of the silly little clans of insects.
Working busily and licking up every single moment that they can.
I see an ant, carrying a blackberry and I think to myself.
“What a Wonderful World this is”
It is a hard thought to believe that such a small insect, could
carry something that much larger then itself.
I felt connected to this ant, as if
the thoughts that I wish could just be high
up in the clouds, When they were on my back,
pressuring me and making me feel as if I am
not the person I’ve always tried to be.
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