The sly affections of
the dreams
inside my head
whispering tender thoughts
dripping poison searing
entertaining ways
of who I am or could be
soaking mind deep,
I am
floating in my reflections
disconnected to the world
wandering around signposts to hopes
carnival streets of colour confusions
false fun and cheering crowds
noise and business
montage media
playing my life,
suspended between worlds
of one moment
rosy cheeked and apple pie
next time
depression and death dealing,
feelings without reason,
yesterday’s lies
blind to what I tell them today,
yesterday’s mistakes
seemingly unforgiven again
stuck in a world
made in my head
created by me.

Will I hear the whisper in the wind?

Starting Thoughts: Mental health involves sharing, being vulnerable, being present. Knowing that we are precious and truly loved in God's eyes and that we don't need to 'perform' for or to others.
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