Be the brook
from which others
drink the river
in which others
move and the
ocean in which
others are born
Author: Harlan Didrickson
I first started writing this blog as a way to refocus my thinking after a debilitating mental breakdown in 2008. Having been educated in writing, I had hoped that my love for words would have left a trail for me to follow and, well, here we are.
Wind
It’s never
love that
leaves but
the wind
you see
love is
a tree
and the
thing that
makes love
grow beyond
itself is
the wind
love brings
when it
breathes two
Bye
There are only
two places a
person might be
present or future
for those who
reside in past
shall remain there
for to come
into the present
they must pass
through the keyhole
known as bye
Between
This life
is good
better than
most best
of many
not much
to some
but enough
for me
for needs
are met
and wants
a dream
and this
my little
in between
Quiet
After all
of that
I’m happy
with this
I bathe
in simple
silence and
warm serenity
my voice
is now
quiet my
thoughts initial
I am
with me
