Poetry on love, life and mental wellness
“There has to be a way to fix everything
a magical glue that sets the world right
every broken heart, every broken dream
every broken bone, and every broken link
magically glued to work right
Everything lost found again
Everything that hurts, fixed with time.”
Honey,
I know the clouds are there
And a storm looks imminent
There will be flashes of lightning
And there might be thunder
And the whole sky is going to put up a show
You don’t have to be afraid though.
Just sit back, open your eyes and empty your mind.
The performance is almost over
And life will go on again.
Maybe if you looked at the world
like you would at a glass snow globe
You would understand,
That we share the same sky
And the same snow blankets us all
And we aren’t all that different from each other
People pass like time
Like running water
Like drafts of wind on a summer night
Like a wisp of smoke trailing heavenward
And all that’s left in their wake
is the fragrance of their presence
A distant memory of their touch
On your life
People pass like time
Like running water
Like drafts of wind on a summer night
Like a wisps of smoke trailing heavenward
