Take me back to that time
that time when I felt safe
free from worry
Continue reading “Take me to that time {a poem} (depression, anxiety, trust)”
Take me back to that time
that time when I felt safe
free from worry
Continue reading “Take me to that time {a poem} (depression, anxiety, trust)”
Creativity.
I wish that I could mold words with my bare hands.
Manipulate their meaning.
I wish I were creative. Continue reading “I wish I were creative”