Laughter cannot be contained.
Writing passionately, unrestrained.
Probably paint and coffee stained.
Bundles of sheets scribbled upon with pure devotion.
A brain filled with ideas, worries and commotion.
Hearing people with empathy and emotion.
Lost in a books pages with intense concentration.
A tendency for messiness and procrastination.
Distracted easily, encapsulated by rumination.
When I feel lost, nature helps me survive.
I stumble through darkness and yet I thrive.
I am human and fallible, but I am alive.
I hold those I love with the deepest affection.
I sometimes build walls for a sense of protection.
Quiet time is needed for gratitude and reflection.
Open and honest about how I feel.
Accepting parts of me I have tried to conceal.
Learning to love being me and starting to heal.
