The Next Gen By Ana Johnston on January 20, 2021 in Focus, Poetry Safer Under the green leaves I catch my breath Quiet, soft, gentle the light surround me Chirps and whistles tickle my soul The wind touches me I am safe The narcissistic voice has been silenced Ugly souls are not gathering on streets Rough hands are not grabbing innocent bodies Pretenders become ghost We are safer I sit while smiling with my friends Laughing at twinkling stars Hugs not guns Trust not lies I am safer It’s too...
