Poetry
Centaur
A Concrete and Glass Poetry collection
Published in
2 min readDec 24, 2021
She walks from the darkness,
into the light
Brushing leaves from her face
as she does
The coolness of the forest ends
it is bright
She walks from the darkness,
into the light
Brushing leaves from her face
as she does
The coolness of the forest ends
it is bright
I write about mental health, grief & loss, mindfulness, running, general musings (+ fiction and poetry!). ❤️coffee & dogs. Vancouver 🇨🇦