Mental Health
Ties That Bind
If God was the spool and we were the thread Life made us the fool and loves power is dead If people would do the things that they said Love could heal the wounds and would win in the end But what is and what is hoped for are not always the same Love is a list of unfortunate chores and a myriad of redundant games
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Watcher at night
When I was a child, I would occasionally sense an intense, ominous presence watching me as I lay in bed at night. These experiences were rare, perhaps a few times a year. I would keep my eyes shut and try to ignore the feeling until it passed or I fell back asleep.
By spooky session2 years ago in Poets
