the way... - A Poem

The way the humid summer nights

Clings to your skin,

To your breath,

To your soul,

Capturing you and instilling magic

Held by millions of fireflies

Into your being.

The way waves lap the shore,

And the smooth rock slips from your hand,

Slapping the water,

Darting out to the deep,

Giving you hope for a new day,

Giving you love for this life.

The way bonfires snap in the dark,

Sending shadows and light across faces,

Displaying the truth behind eyes,

A light for secrets to be shared and kept

In the small glowing circle.

The way the night sky changes you,

Making you curious,

Making you calm,

Bringing out the excited child,

Bringing out the content adult,

Mixing all aspects of your being

Into the true version of you.

The way your friend laughs,

On a day when you don't feel 100%,

And brings joy back into your heart,

And reminds you there is good in this life.

The way mist forms on a cloudy morning,

Swirling and twisting,

A combination of dark and light,

That morphs you into a warrior,

A detective,

A hero,

And gives you a place to escape

A place to be you.

The way the wind whips your hair

As you ride down the highway,

Windows down,

Music blaring,

Friend beside you,

Dancing like the other cars aren't there,

Creating a world pure and good,

Even if it lasts for only a moment.

The way the silence in the middle of the night

Makes you hold your breath,

Like the whole world is sleeping,

Is healing,

And you don't want to wake it.

The way snow makes your heart jump,

Reminding you that hot cocoa is allowed

And that there is a mysterious world

That only appears once a year,

Ready for exploring.

The way neon signs flicker and buzz,

Dying while shining,

Morphing the world into something from a book,

Where time is altered,

Every person has a story,

A reason to be out in the dark,

A world where you are not fully you,

And that is okay.

The way wet pavement seems to glow

In the fading light of lampposts,

Turning the world into a movie,

A place where anything can happen,

Or nothing,

And both are welcome.

The way dark woods confuse you,

Dark shapes looming ominously,

Stars above twinkling joyously,

But the person with you makes everything seem good,

And calm,

And perfect.

The way the world impacts you,

Different places,

Different times,

Different amounts of light,

Different levels of heat,

Different people,

All finding ways to expose

And love

The true

Unapologetic

You.

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I was just feeling really nostalgic and happy and in love with the world and nature so I made a list of things that make me happy and trigger special feelings and responses and turned it into a poem. Hope you all like it!

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What are some things that you guys find special? I'd love to hear about them!

~Olivia Ann