A tuber of sobriety
sprouts in the mind
It swells and thickens
from a root to a vine

A tendril meanders
and wavers
but all the while
still climbs...

The impossible
becoming possible
with discipline
and time

Shadows of summer
Leave a mark upon my heart
As they grow longer

this time of year feels like a memory already

Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.

You can stop,
turn everything off
And be still.
Enjoy the peace;
It’s been foreign for far too long.
Come back to me,
and be still.

Embrace the fragile, fresh air,
skin up on edge, hairs
raised in defence and be still.
Drink the fresh air deeply,
never been breathed in by me,
by someone else, but not me,
so be still.

your eyes still look familiar
but the looks they give me now are foreign

These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.