You don’t belong here

22 February 2019 ~ W. Donovan

This morning I put on pearls
later I ran to the forest
and I lost them somewhere
dancing between the trees.

I looked around, feeling lost
when the damp smell hit my nostrils
and the cones prickeld my feet
and I felt scratches on my shoulders.

I lost everything again,
but I realized that
I cannot pretend to be
someone I am not.

Abandoned, different, trivial
I can only look and touch
Read carelessly written pages
Imagine playing the piano

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Weronika Donovan is an amateur writer and photographer. She's an artistic soul. She was born in Poland, where she was brought up and educated. Her adventure with writing began in her late teens, but she started blogging only ten years later. Her poetry has grown since that time. She started to use words more consciously. She defined the journey of her life, portraying it in four volumes of poetry. First of them called 'Ghosts' was self-published in 2019. Weronika is a loner. She likes wandering to interesting places, always choosing her own path. View all posts by W. Donovan