Writing

It's crazy isn't it  

How we can stare at a screen for hours 

When all it really gives us  

Is a false sense of power 

We think  

Everyone needs help sometimes 

But the problem is it’s hard to find 

And it’s hard to know how much you need it  

From going insane to just wanting to rage quit 

What makes the bird sing,

Playfully like an April breeze,

Living freely,

Fluttering about in the Great Blue Sky.

Not standing the Dead of winter,

What happens in love,

Ends in death,

Despair,

Silence.

We are but bees,

In a captive hive,

You are the fire that warms me,

The desire for my shaking heart;

Your beauty and grace,  

So unimaginable yet,

As if it was a radiant glow,

I personally love

Mary Oliver's

Dog Songs

the way she captivates 

the little dog

in poems 

in books

and in heart

the way the poetry flows