#30 healing poetry; when you touch me

My mind is a whirlpooland I feel caught in the drift there are too many thoughts that cause my soul to shift and it feels like forever is too close to catch so I’m a thread on a loom or I’m burning to Ash My mind is strangeand it never wants to rest I can’tContinue reading “#30 healing poetry; when you touch me”

#24 healing poetry; anyway?

I had a daydreamAs the sky grewDark and greyAnd stormyI walkedWith my plastic headphonesCreaking to my stepsI became aware ofBright fairy lightsStrung up in mindRunning throughColourful paper lanternsIt felt like bubbly joy, thereAnd I had a vague senseThat I was smilingWhile I hung upMore paper lanternsAnd I had a vague senseThat I was lighter andContinue reading “#24 healing poetry; anyway?”