Why?

Why does the wind follow the depressed?
Like it knows we need an extra little push.
Why does the sun seem to shine more on the anxious?
Like it knows it needs to speak like that burning bush.

Why does the rain seem soft against the loneliness in our hearts?
Like it knows how delicate of a state we are in.
Why does the mist seem to clear us a path as we walk?
Like it knows we can't see through it all.

Why do the melodies from the birds seem to resonate on our minds?
Like they know we need something to clear away all the fog.
Like knowing and sensing something is wrong from a dog.

Why does it seem like today is different than yesterday?
Like it knows we need a refresh from all the shit of the past.
Why does it seem like today will be a great day?
Because it will, we've waited this long at last. 

Published by Beipher

I have been writing poetry since a teenager but did not have the courage to really show it off. It wasn't until I had some tools as I battled depression and mental illness. They are still a part of me, which you will see for yourself. My writing is dark and raw.

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