#23 healing poetry; safety

Safety feels likeWarm tea onA cold dayYou knowIt’s cold butIt’s okayYou have everythingYou needTo defrost your smileThe cup kissesYour lipsAnd you’re lost in safetyFor a while. Time stands still, In the brush of finger tips, It feels like Safety.

#20 healing poetry; in and out

The music felt like water,Cooling heated ears.She tied her hair back,Put a hand to her neck,Heard a subtle crack. She could smell fresh paint,Knew she was wearing it, too.A tremble on her lips,Vibration on her tongue… In and outIn and outIn and out The artist breathed soundInto the roomscape around,Wondered how she couldvisit worlds, withContinue reading “#20 healing poetry; in and out”