struggle
struggle to exist
connect
to
another
transparent dreams
slip
through
clouds
reality
perception
the touch of a soul
enhances
makes one whole
…
struggle
struggle to continue
feed
from energy
nourish
creativity
cling to dreams
float
through
clouds
continue
to
…
exist
Notes
The night I wrote this, I came home in a foul mood (“fuck off world!”), however, when I sat down to release the anger, this rather positive poem escaped. Poetry is a healer.
Written: October 26, 2016