I lie down on the forest floor
And look up at the trees.
They're so tall that I could climb one and
Catch a cloud.
I let myself become buried under
A blanket of pine needles.
I will wait for the winter so
The snow can fill
Then I'll finally stop breathing.
Only then can I become part of the forest.
I'll be the rustling leaves
I'll be the water in the stream
I'll be the moss covered rocks and
I'll be the flowers that will bloom
In the spring
On the spot where my body was buried
Under the pine needles,
Under the snow.
I find this poem by Hannah to be filled with the powerful content of depression, and how much it can truly take over your life. The imagery of this woman giving herself back to the earth, and waiting for death to make her part of everything around her, is so raw and touching. It is also very contrasting to feel such sadness, yet show the outcome of death making you a part of everything beautiful. Deep and powerful write.