Cicada

Awh this is so beautiful giving personification to earth and letting us know what Earth would have "thought" it's like when your older and you look back to your life and you tell your grandkids your life story in a way very beautiful 5/5

Onyx

Beneath the skin of the Earth,
there are scars on the walls
of her heart, bundles of lines
to signify the days when
darkness was her only muse.

- I straight away thought of scars from self harm here. How the scars will always be there, because at that time, that was the only comfort and release from the pain. It also can imply scars of insecurity, as in never trusting, letting love in, or letting love out etc.

She used to dream of wading
through poppy flower fields
and leaping into the ripe air,
fantasizing about wings that
played a soundtrack of
poetic melodies.

- such beautifully worded scene here. I can imagine her holding onto this image to calm down her racing mind, her worries, her pain, the darkness. It is such a contrast to the darkness mentioned before.

After seven years,
she surrendered hope and realized
that destiny was a tomb that
guarded the hand of eternity.

- I think for this stanza, you can drop the first "that" before destiny. It would help the flow better and not have to have the doubt that in one line. The tone twists again here and goes back to that dark time, the loneliness and hopelessness.

Days didn't count seconds
and seasons were nonexistent;
however, she had an internal
clock that would beat faster
with each moment.

- time passes us by so fast, and this in itself can make us feel the darkness because we cannot slow it down, and for someone to suffer from depression, they feel they do not exist in a world that is forever passing by without them.

Finally, her clouded world
crumbled before her eyes
and God whispered words
of freedom into her heart.

- Yay! I love the twist again in the tone. And here it is God that gives her the strength to live life, to go one, to give up the darkness and find the light. Lovely to read.

Today, she scribbles songs
about the shell of a person
she used to be,
gliding through sunlit poppy
fields and singing poetic
melodies.

- I really like how you concluded the poem, how you showed the process of being up and being down, until you finally decided to let that past go, the person who once was, and to move on to a better future. also, well done for creating an image earlier on, the dream she had of that freedom in the fields, and then to end the poem with that same scene. Beautifully done, and really shows the transition in the person, and their life.

Enjoyed this, and as always, you pick such amazing titles that I end up googling! Lol. xx

Holy moly this is so me....and God did free me, I have been experiencing his presence more than ever lately.

I love this piece Hannah. I like the last stanza , how it brings in pieces from the beginning. You're always good at that. It seems so uplifting, and I also like the term shell. Because that's what we are, we live in a shell. But when our spirit is set free that is so wonderful. An amazing feeling.

Beautiful write.

Lovely words my friend tear drops :) 5\5

Hannah this is beautiful...I love it.