Just as My Crazed Mind
Tries to Think Straight
(Truth or Consequences)
Grass or Moss or just a weed,
to be the big powerful tree was not my creed,
I still wanted to feel the heights and so to be a climber was just my greed.
Alas! I never left the ground...a patch of grass where jungles surround
For Fairies there are Fairy tales that do come true....
for rest of us it is Scary tales and we do get used to them too
I am so glad that you are finding a way to express yourself through writing poems. It can be healing, as can journaling. Your poems are simplistic but very expressive.
Thanks again for sharing!! I hope you are beginning to find hope and happiness!
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