#WRITEPHOTO – EMERGING

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a green man (with the traditional leaves for his hair) emerging from a bricked up tunnel.

Blessings

I am not who they think I am
They think I represent nature, WRONG
My heart, if I had one would be black, torn
Created by a curse
No one can hide from me
Walls do not a prison make
I cannot be caged by thought or deed
I collect tears to mix with rain
To keep emotions in the world of people
Other planets have their own methods 
of keeping feelings alive
Not all are as gentle as my ways
Count your blessings, including the rain…

© AnitaDawes 2021