Heart

I think poetry is good for my soul

My thoughts can flow

My emotions can be said

Which allows much needed

space in my head

πŸŒ‘

The state of my mental health still comes

and goes

Some days my mind is clear and sharp

Others it is muddled and slow

πŸŒ‘

Since I started writing my poetry

I have noticed a change

My depression is shallower

with a less destructive range

πŸŒ‘

For your wonderful support

I raise my hat to everyone on here

And if I still had a drink I’d raise a beer

πŸŒ‘

It’s time for this poem to take a bow

But before I depart

I’d like to say

Thank you from all my heart

Wednesday

A God of times past

Woden was his name

The Anglo Saxons

celebrated his fame

πŸŒ‘

Today he is remembered

by a day of the week

Woden’s Day became Wednesday

so his name we still speak

πŸŒ‘

The old Gods

as they are known

left their mark long after

they sat on the throne

The Melancholic Cavern

The raging noise

rapid white water thrashing

rocks cascading down

The melancholic cavern roof

cannot be seen

πŸŒ‘

For the darkness is suffocating

πŸŒ‘

There is

an eerie feeling of being watched

an unseen presence felt

πŸŒ‘

For within the darkness two large eyes

observe

πŸŒ‘

The cavern dragon is here

Unnoticed

Feelings I have

Thoughts in abundance

In person

I seem aloof

Distant

Preoccupied

πŸŒ‘

I don’t speak unless I feel something

is worthy

I am overlooked

Not seen

πŸŒ‘

I prefer it that way

πŸŒ‘

I am the person you never notice