Hello!
Welcome to 365 Days of Poetry & Honesty. First, my apologies ! I am not full of hope and I don't feel like pretending so skip the following paragraph if you don't want to deal with the weight of my “low vibrational” mood.
I’ve been struggling a lot with my mental health recently. I had a week where I felt a bit euphoric and I couldn't shake the feeling that it was chemically manufactured, and then something happened, a switch flipped & I’ve been dealing with a lot of despair and hopelessness. It's the kind that colours you destructive and looking for wounds & I’m unsure what to do to take care of myself because something about writing makes me ache inside. what's the point ? does it matter ? maybe next week I’ll return to you with a softer heart, maybe I won't return for a while or forever I feel like I’m pinned down to precarity and everywhere I look the grass seems close to dead.
Monday
i am fastened to your belt buckle
Tuesday
rewild the heart. i want a different story. soothe me to serene. i need a softer hand
Wednesday
ringing the bells of daffodils, i am readying the earth for my naked footsteps
Thursday
little kiss on the nose on the cheek & everywhere that breathes. devour me.
Friday
there is no-one at home in my heart
Saturday
touch back. i am careless with my heart. the chase is endless
Sunday
what i have let an appetite for love do to me.