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.”
My love,
There is a grand story being written here
You won’t see the pattern in it’s ebb and flow
You won’t be able to guess at its ending
but you will walk the paths you have to walk
and as all good tales go,
one day you will find yourself standing on the last page
and as you live out your last breath
you will realise,
you have been staring at the ending all along
And I guess,
I know what it is to be content.
It is to be full of love and light
To look into the eyes of a loved one
And see it reflected back at you
It is to laugh, loud and helplessly so
To be alone with a book that mirrors your soul
To walk on empty roads, not alone,
but with your presence at your side
To be away and yet at home
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
O weary traveller
Your soul lifted
To allow your spirit to roam free
untethered in distant lands
and you;
you uprooted yourself
And lost your way home
so you wander
Lost and unfound
Let’s run away
You, from your thoughts
Me, from myself
We all need a break sometimes
Nobody knows where we’ll go
And we’ll pretend we don’t know the rules
We will find, a home away from home
