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
Will the inscape of my poetry
Foreshadow my doom
Will it lay the groundwork for me
Intentions in a cradled moon
Or is it visions of my trauma
My past that lit fire after night
The things that built me lonely
Past and Future surely blight
Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul 