How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see!

Poetry Therapy

Everyone wants to be free. Even from the things that once gave us comfort.

We are like children who swap their blankets For softer ground.

So why do you wait to be free when the keys to your cage

Are hanging right outside your front door?

Reach through the bars with your hands

Stretch your fingers and bend your will around the bars.

Your mind is your best friend, your best teacher, your best doctor, , .

Whether you believe it or not. In spite of everything you’ve done to yourself, Your mind really does care about you and often thinks of you quite fondly.

Just let your mind repair itself Heal yourself with a few choice words. Your own words. When you say:

The truth is not a cold tombstone

The truth is not judgement The truth is a flowering realisation inside your own living mind.

Pulling you forwards, enraptured by Time.

When my breath and My will are as one, The universe swallows me

Whole.