Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul
Through book events, poetry, and creativity, we dive a little deeper into humanity.
Horses gallop on my heart
As I walk my way to your door
Nerves tingle in my fingers
Making things I touch singe more
I’m a walking fire lit
Catastrophe on the way
It isn’t until I see your face
That my monsters hide at bay
Take me in your arms
Comfort, to bring my fire down
Shove away the real me
To somewhere she can’t be found
The door opened creaking on its hinges to nothingness on the other side.
A black void of silence.
Face to face with this lore that has haunted me since my mother disappeared, I swallowed back my fear prepared to take a step inside, but hands as twisted as shadows pulled me in.
Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul 