some days i sit and wallow in my words
i dress in my free word and tuck rhymes behind my ears
i read my poetry to the bedroom mirror
i cry with the violets in my garden.
i bleed pastels and paint with shades of blue and red
i drink tea to the sounds of my own sorrow
i find comfort slipped in between my pain
the shadows feel like hugs as depressing as that sounds
i do not find my sadness sad
i flick through my passion and truth like pictures that i've taken in my favourite places
at just the right moment i capture the words to say
i wash away my new tears with the salt of old ones
YOU ARE READING
Hysterical letters to my sanity
Poetrya collection of poems inspired by stories I've read, people I've met and paths I've crossed, read and enjoy yourself:)
