A poem about mostly nothing, but also the small things. Where we need to listen harder, and speak more softly.
Movement and moving, stillness and chaos-the metaphor can be too simple, but life also can be too.
Today for Mental Health Monday, I share a poem of mine exploring addiction and how it influences my mind and spirit, what it means and what it is (not).
An old poem of mine I found that still resonates so many years later.
Finding out how to become free.
Sometimes we must make amends to ourselves before we can truly forgive.