day 353

dampness hangs over me
the leaves are silent with my step,
sliding under my soles;
air is heavy and foreboding,
pressure pushes against my ears,
my thoughts feel trapped between them.


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Eliza Alys Young, aka CreativEliza, is a free spirit, world traveler, creative expert, and part of multicultural family… Eliza shares her time between the US, Dominican Republic and beyond. When she is not caring for her high-energy kids, writing her poetry or for her blog, creating art or cooking up a storm, she is designing for her own company, Design Intense.

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