Sacred

-31-

Return me to the crash of the waves,

that I know my heart craves.

Give me a fresh chilled breeze

in such troubling times as these.

I want wings to propel me into the air,

And bring me freedom I must hastily bear.

Show me valleys and valleys of green,

And places of beauty to which I’ve never been.

Take me to the world’s highest peaks,

Somewhere my heart seeks.

Paint me a sky of endless blue,

Anything, if it can be with you.

M – 06/04/20

Categories: Poetry

Issy Steventon

I'm a part time author, poet and artist (when university allows me to) and I love to express myself through creative means. I write to represent the women that feel alone, and to provide a positive environment to those who need it.

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