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I live on an island.
Just me and my 2.3 million thoughts.

It's getting crowded here,
I looked to the right,
and the money worries are in sight

I turn a corner,
there's housing waiting for an order

I spin around to the sound of my Independence,
crying with fear,
she may be about to be taken away

I look up and see my capabilities questioning me

I need my thoughts to stop all talking
This island is too full.
I want to get off

My finances are taking a hit
It's not my fault,
Not one bit

I can't take on anymore. My Island is about to sink

On the count of three… just stop.
A poem I wrote on the heart of stress and anxiety. I'm so glad I found poetry it's so therapeutic.
The Sound of your Paws
Jumping up at the windows and Doors.

The wagging of your donut shaped Tail.
lts fast enough To set Sail.

your eyes are so bright and full of glee.
I Love seeing you so Happy to see me.

Your dangling tongue is bouncing To The right,
seeing you makes my mood feel bright.

The licks and Kisses show your love,
now I know what love is made of

you give me the Best welcome home greeting, My heart swell and Start fast beating

I'll never get sick of this feeling,
you help my head and heart with healing
The best welcome comes from my pug.
If heaven had visiting hours,
I'd come and meet you by the flowers

I would give you the biggest hug
I'd cry enough tears to fill a pouring jug

I'd tell you I love you and miss you,
It's all I can do.

It hurts so much I'm on my knees
But I know in time it will ease.

You seem happier here, you're no longer suffering
Thats all I want for you,  
my love for you will forever be true
Dedicated to my Sweet Boy Fletcher.

— The End —