It is
funny this
that bird
which for
so long
I’d wished
to keep
has returned
ready to
be caged
but now
I no
longer want
knowing that
a captured
bird never
sings songs
of beauty
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.
Souls
And there
are some
that despite
the time
or distance
when seen
eventually again
reminds you
of before
and even
before before
when as
heavenly souls
you laughed
just as
you laugh
once again
once more
Chaos
Chaos is
a wrinkled
shirt worn
it covers
not represents
it works
when accepted
but rarely
ever wanted
chaos is
the static
which both
attracts and
also distracts
peel off
that shirt
start naked
Simplicity
Peace is
a candle
burning quietly
in a
dark room
drawing others
to it
peace does
not define
peace does
not shadow
peace simply
simplifies simple
Kiss
Never take
a kiss
for granted
for lips
don’t remember
meeting another’s
lips barely
remember the
words said
moments before
