Prune

by Linda   Jan 10, 2023


Dr. Teal’s & low effort meals
The Christmas tree is still lit up.

The coffee doesn’t wake me up,
only exacerbates my cardiac episode.

I’ve been starting the day with lavender tea.
I know I have a loud mouth,
but please be gentle with me.

Maybe I miss the sun and warmth,
the blue of the sky.

The constant overcast has me pleading with God

for just a little break.

Into the bubbles I sink,
the lavender I drink,
praying not to think.

Oh the places you’ll go
when your mind doesn’t feel at home.

    report violation
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  • 1 year ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I have missed seeing you on here! I've re-read this poem a few times already because there is so much in it. The pleas, the way it reminded me of disassociation, and the last lines bringing that sense of unease. It is incredibly hard to "be" when we have perhaps the comforts of a physical home and what surrounds us, yet we don't feel at home within our mind, a place we desperately want to be a safe haven.

    It's actually sunny here and not cloudy for once so I'm sending you all the warmth and blue skies. All the best <3

    • 1 year ago

      by Linda

      This is my home. I always wander back. :) You’re wonderful, thank you! It has been received <3

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