Spiritual Poem about Nature

Poem About Views On Why I Exist

I am 18 from Portland, Oregon. I have been writing for about two years, mostly about how I'm feeling or about things that I believe in. Poetry is my only escape from my problems. I am currently in a treatment center for drugs and a suicide attempt. Poetry and music together make my creation show.

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Come on young man. You have a long life to live. You have talents, do not waste them. Why go for drugs, when you have nectar. I mean your talent of writing poems. God bless you.

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Why Am I Here?

Published by Family Friend Poems August 2016 with permission of the Author.

The sound of wind brushing through the trees
The smell of the wet, quenching mist filling my nostrils
Hearing the little birds chirping all around
My feet submerging into the moist, dirty ground

Leaves caught by the wind falling from the trees
Their colors change because of the season
The sun's rays peeking through the petite branches
The touch of the dense wind

Almost being able to feel the oxygen around
It's a whole 'nother escape, it's my happy place
You may think it's weird, but nature is the reason why I'm here
It knows me and embraces me, accepts me, loves me, adores me

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