LOVE WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE AGAIN?

LOVE WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE AGAIN?

Love What does it look like again?I’ve forgotten And That just breaks a heart againThat heart’s mine not forgotten It just needs a little attention Not forgotten Love it looks like this…It’s self care not the kind That’s just sleep Or feeding yourself But the...
Trauma Has No Manners!

Trauma Has No Manners!

Trauma’s an uninvited guest, So rude, it won’t relent or rest, Like bitter pills, its presence stings, In public spaces, it still clings. Around you, eyes cast judging stares, Some shake their heads, no one cares, Inside, a sinking, heavy weight,...
Guest House – Rumi

Guest House – Rumi

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness Some momentary awareness comes As an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, Who violently sweep your house empty of...