ixaminata

buried beneath her bed

Only in the woods does she feel whole 

She can scream away her fears 

And scream away all the tears 

She’s held for years 

 

The trees are the most beautiful things to her 

So serene and non judgmentally standing there 

Inviting her in 

Mankind has killed her beliefs 

So she escapes to the trees 

Maybe the prayer she made will find her 

And she’ll find herself as well 

Until then, the wants will be buried beneath her bed