poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Playgrounds of Clouds, All parading the Skies today, A Remembrance of what is Light and Blue, What is Real. They ground Me, these Therapists, Remind me of my Potential where I cannot, theres Something in their Work, that Ease me out of my Discomfort, these Tunnels of Hurt which span far and wide across, Across […]