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Like a broken
Empty dollhouse
Fully exposed for everyone see
Walls down
Fascinated
I peer inside...
And there is nothing
But sad loneliness
A giant 200 year old tree fell on a beautiful two story home I admired for years and now they are tearing it down. It was very eerie seeing inside the empty home. All the front walls were gone.  It looked helpless.

Invisible words
Smeared on the walls
Visibly the ink disappeared
Written space haunts
She is a fallen woman
from the Holy Sea,
a broken sample
from the Fairlight,
dressed in whispers and vines.

The wretched wind
says many things to her:
"lament no more over
your emptied ******...
follow the glum west end sky
to the treasures of America."

Her intangible items
go first: two figurines,
two tin daughters
travelling with the wild dogs,
asleep in the backseat,
kept as contraband
until she pays with
coral, jade and pearls.

But ******'s
in her veins, telling her
the kids will keep,
as she slips beyond
the black rainbow
and into 'paradise'.
a lark
I’d sing
all morning
flapping my wings
till dark
filling the air
with my song
till the sandman
came along

If I were
a horse
I’d run
with the wind
in the meadows and plains
splashing in the ocean
through the sandy terrain

If I were
a turtle
I’d stroll
taking my home
as I go
basking in fresh-water lagoons
closing my eyes
till noon

If I were
a heron
I’d fly
in an azure sky
over treetops and raindrops
wade in the crystal river
till the water made me shiver
then sit in the grass and dry

If I were
the sun
I’d shine
gold as a band of 24 karat
bright as a jungle parrot
over the sea and land
not hiding behind a cloud
sticking my chest out proud

If I were
the moon
I’d be a pizza pie
full of toppings
in the shadow of a pepperoni
men would waltz in ceremony
Memorial days of when my mind was clear as rain. Back then I did not feel so
Elementally insane.  I used to whip up a poem in minutes and smile like a
Neuromental trigger happy woman.  Then, as years went by I noticed the
Tell tale signs of aging and slowing.   Stress settled in as life changed and  
A virus spread through the land.  I swallowed my fears and continued to  
Love, live and laugh but something had changed.  Me... My mental health...

MEDITATE ON THE GOOD THINGS IN LIFE, IT WILL HELP YOU STAY FOCUSED :)

Healthy is the man and woman who digs her own garden or grave, I say  
Enlist in the power of heavenly beings and do your very best. Life is
A series of battles, lift your sword on high and don't let the devil win.
Learn to live with what you have and find strength and comfort in the  
Truth.  Mental health is pliable, it can break it can heal, it can change.  
Help is there if you ask for it. You are not alone, so share your story...

TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOUR MENTAL HEALTH, YOU ONLY HAVE ONE MIND !!!
 Dec 2021 Seranaea Jones
Traveler
Could you somehow thrive
in a civilisation of bodiless spirits?
What excitement could there be?
Conjuring world’s of gold and silver
of which only you can perceive.

I’d rather stay here
among the sun and stars.
Alive to be
what ever I desire!
And you!
You can be who ever you are!!

Are you sure you want to leave,
leave behind your laden misery?
Turn to vapour unable to touch,
I would rather feel life’s punch!
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