sadness
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Take me back, oh please, to the time when I knew what it felt like to be me. I’ve changed and I’ve grown. Lassoed and towed onto this new grove of awakening with new stories untold. I don’t know if I can find my way back from here. But maybe that was the point? Maybe
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The sounds of the bombs surrounded us and I grabbed her hand so we could run. I told her to never look back, the life we had the home it was still there just now it was in our memory. We would have that home once again. Far in the future we would find a
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I write about my own experiences mostly. And I find that in the dark I’m not afraid because I can peel off all of what I am and reveal the raw underside of when all the masks fall off. Mental health is an important part of overall health and I have come to see that
Poetry With Me 