“Weed me
Or feed me.”
Says the grass in the back yard
“you don’t need me anymore”
And I sit and smoke my cigarette
And I think to myself
The grass has a point
Staying in bed on Sunday morning
Learning to thrive after narcissistic abuse
Poetry, History, Mythology
thoughts, emotions, every day life
Loose End of the Red Thread
Working through the Dark Night of the Soul to emerge as me.
Author: Words From An Unlikely Poet
broken hearts beat a drainpipe
Founder of ReInventions -- Coach, Trainer, Writer and Personal Branding Consultant
living life in conscious reality
A Place for Visual Creativity
Hindi blogger: Stories, Poems, Recipes, Psychology, Travelogue, Current Affairs
Because life is simply too short.
They may see, they might know, but they'll never understand
Little moments, million emotions
Insights into the Journey of Life...
welcome to the virtual library
