Today it seems my scenery
Was to be nothing but white walls;
No single hint of greenery
Or epic views of waterfalls.
But with some imagination
This little box room becomes more:
A new world of my creation,
I have the freedom explore.
When I need calm I write the words
To make a place no one can find;
Among the wild flowers, songbirds
And the bright blue skies of my mind.
With a single blink it changes.
The scene is now an endless maze,
Where an untamed dragon rages,
Painted in red, a world ablaze.
This is the wonder of writing;
With a few quickly noted scrawls
I can make the world more exciting,
Instead of looking at white walls.
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What it Means to Live and other poems
PoetryAn anthology of poetry based on my experiences with mental health, invisible illness, identity, and my journey of self acceptance and recovery. This book includes the following collections: Section1: What it means to live - Poetry looking at the hig...
