A Little Bit of Late Night Poetry

    Sometimes when I can't sleep at night, I write, and sometimes when I re-read that writing in the moring, it's actually quite deep. So, without further introduction:

Elements 

I was the wind, always there and rarely heard.

 Words integrating uselessly without a second thought, and never comprehended.

I was the soft soil beneath their feet, pliable and moved when in the way. 

Only used to build people up and to not be acknowledged.

Add emotions to the wind and soil for a dust storm that disabled everything close to me.

 Embedding the nitty gritty that is my soul into everyone close to me,

 only to drive them away in a painful scene.

I hope you have a good night, 

Olivia 

xoxo