I have an obsession
with the notion of living
in a small house under the sea.
I could lie in my garden
of coral while watching
the jellyfish swimming by me.
While sipping my tea,
I could view giant fish
passing outside of my windows.
I could spend everyday
charting the waves
or playing along with the minnows.
I could hide in the tide pools
beside the seashore
observing the people in secret.
And every wish murmured
that came to my ears,
I'd pray that the teller could keep it.
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Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
