understanding through poetry

the pen

in my hand

is all i have

all that makes me

understand

that sheep and i

are rather alike

we both don’t know

how to fight

that records spinning

is the secret to winning

and every bad day

is improved with singing

stairs hold magic

staff rooms beg for art

the world moves too fast

and so does my heart

romance is bubble wrap

real lovers will try that

pointe shoes are lifelines

and we were made to fly

That when light leaves eyes

We don’t truly die

My fingers are stained

From tucking bluebells between pages

To have three leaves

Is incredibly lucky

Teeth are pulled

Windows love being open

My new house is waiting

For me to make myself home in

Breakdowns make great dates

When you’re with someone you love

The traumatised children

Are all I can think of

I paint my nails black

We will always have time

I love poetry more than

The spiders on my spine

I am rooted in community

My pain now has wings

Being open, exposed

Has shown me beautiful things

Life is sublime

My mother can drive

I really am trying

All of the time

The moon is my friend

Duchess of the sky

I will remain writing

Long after I die.

16:05pm - 07/05/26