Breathe. 

Breathe. 

 

Inhale… exhale… I listen to the sound of the leaves,

Feel the cool, dawn air caress my skin as the sun peeks out from the trees.

 

 

I let my mind wander to the thud of boots against damp earth,

There are no enemies here, nothing to detract from my worth.

 

On this spinning planet, amongst the stars, I find myself fighting,

for justification, filled with frustration, it’s all too easy to feel frightened/

to feel lost and alone in a world with no purpose,

a dead man walking, or is that a disservice?

 

Yet here amongst nature, this conflict seems to dissipate,

Unfavourable thoughts ricochet like arrows from a breastplate.

 

Sometimes all I need is the company of trees,

to make me realise the world isn’t as formidable as it seems.

 

 


Photography: Edward Hill 

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