Mountain Dweller

writing

Here to bring light to the issues that people sweep under rugs to bring healing to those who can't find their own words for their experiences and to promote change through individuality. 

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Soft are the blades 

that graze my tender flesh 

surrounding me in comfort

by way of simple existence.

Her whispers feels like silk wrapped clouds

as I lose every atom to her smile 

flushed with bliss 

consumed by fascination 

in her every step.

Take me down to the river

may my soul find her peace

in the inconsistencies 

with comprehension of the divine beauty

in confusion. 

McKenzie RoersComment