Thinker’s Lullaby


One day I left my mind ajar

And let it wander very far

To seek the answers which it lacked;

Now it might never wander back.



Ripping Stitches

Your words,

They leave teeth marks

And intend to draw blood.

You are miserable,

So you rip your own stitches

And blame the world

Because you want it to bleed with you.




Outward harm never resulted in inward healing.  Blame never allowed a sad soul to flourish.

It’s simple. ┬áBe happy and allow others to be happy.