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  Dec 2020 Tash Mckay
Traveler
I propose we elevate our poetical
subjectivity to a faucet of objective reality.
So as we may live in harmony
With ourselves.
A simple brushstroke if you agree
Repeat after me
There’s no place like home
Now
Count back from three
Two
One...
Make it so
Let your creations roll!
Traveler Tim

John Luke Picard in there
  Dec 2020 Tash Mckay
Ashly Kocher
She is BRAVE

She is STRONG

She is BEAUTIFUL

She is LOVED

She is HUMBLED

She is GROWING

She also is

BROKEN, SAD,TRUSTING, and HEALING

SHE IS (ME)
The fears came in
Through invisible doors
To smother every breath
And to vanish in thin air
Motives in the dark, it had
Unmet, unfulfilled it crept
As light filtered in
Through the translucent walls
The fears creepy crawled into the mist
Lost
Writing it all!
Tash Mckay Dec 2020
I see things differently
That's OK
I can offened with my words
This I don't like
So I started again
Rewind freeze frame
Looked at myself
God that was hard
Sometimes my words breake down
They decay .
My mouth walks before my brain
This is why I write
This is where I can explain
I see things differently.
I'm OK.  
Every human never stops learning
Good or bad
Good for me.
I'm still growing learning everyday
Now I can play with my thoughts
Daydream all day
Fly away with the fairy's
That flood my brain.
Not quite like that
You no what i mean
I can try
Explain
I'm feeling good today
To be honest it's nearly good  
Everyday.
I see some things differently
That's OK.

I'm growing into a person whose handles her
decay.
I'm not displaying
Every ****** day
I'm growing
I'm learning
I'm listening
I'm interested it what you have to say
Be nice
Be kind
Help someone today.
As tomorrow you could be the person
Who just sees  decay.
Change in me growth. Thank you xxxxx  depression.  Appreciates.
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