grateful to have found
tangible meditations
and spaces to breathe

crystal clear visions
ready at the start again
attainable feats

new hope in healing
after an arduous week
an exhalation

sunbeams pouring in
try to keep faith in lightness
never is all lost

visceral despair
feelings speechlessness could hide
attempt anything

to find you again
all tears would cease in relief
the girl I miss most

waiting takes patience
good things come to those who trust
the light is still on

we are the changers
the glints of hope left to have
compassionate minds

dearest November
please bring graciousness and change
harvests of progress

frightening eras
wait— goodness born of ruin
trust the looking glass

marked insomnolence
where does your mind go at nights
soundtracks sustain rest

deafening static
stifled almagamations
unsung emotions

a quarter life spent
failing to make yourself small
there are other roads

you are light not dark
echos of self disregard
see yourself through him

not fearless, but brave
ascending against all odds
and I still fight on

draped bands of colours
briefly drive out the darkness
breathe in it’s absence

budding emergence
by means of shadows from one
pomegranate seed

clasp on to those things
that fervently bring to life
your own heart and soul