How To Feel

Poetry

By Amethyst ChampagnePublished about 2 hours ago • 1 min read

Photo by Claudio Schwarz on Unsplash

Stand in the middle of a field.

Put your feet at the edge of a cliff.

Feel the water lap over your bare toes.

***

Throw your arms back.

Throw your head back.

Clench your fists.

Open your mouth.

***

Scream, cry, wail.

Let it all out.

Everything you feel.

Everything you suppress.

***

You will feel hollow.

You will feel lighter.

You will be free.

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Amethyst Champagne

Welcome, and thank you so much for being here!

I create fiction, poetry, and more. So, let's explore the realm of creative writing together!

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Kendall Defoe about 2 hours ago
I now have a plan for the weekend!

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