this poem is called i walk with my soul free. its about being a fox in my past life and how even then there are troubles with emotion.

I see you in the sway of the trees, in the steam rising from my morning coffee, in the hum of a familiar tune—and in every quiet moment, the ordinary feels like you.

They wear their smiles like armor, flawless and bright, while inside, the fractures run deep—hidden fault lines threatening to shatter with every silent tremor.

They stand at the threshold, arms outstretched—not to bar the way, but to shield, guarding against a world they fear will break what they see as too precious to lose.

Some days, the tears come unbidden—no grief to name, no joy to recall, just the quiet ache of something missing, something too heavy to hold but too hollow to see.

i wrote this poem specifically for my little brother to calm him down when he's really anxious. it works every time each time quicker and quicker.

Each drop awakens something new—the whisper of water on leaves, the earthy scent rising from the soil, the cool kiss on the skin, the taste of storm in the air, and the rhythm of nature’s pulse drumming in my ears.