I watered the bush each day
that I had water.
I shone all the light on it
that I found in me,
and said, “See how well it grows!”
Our relationship grew thorns that tangled in the arid heat,
and resilient prickers in the rain of my tears.
It shadowed my heart.
Its roots plugged my veins,
and died at midnight.
Its skeleton in me:
Recovery blew away ash.
I see a world beyond.
Burning Brush, by Grace Buchanan. Composition elements:
Flames and Brush, by Michael Pollak. Used under Creative Commons License BY-2.0.
Apfelbaum in Alberschwende, by böhringer friedrich. Used under Creative Commons License BY-SA 2.5, via Wikimedia Commons.
Happy Mental Health Month!
May is Mental Health month here. I am practicing dealing with my anger:
- Don’t tell anyone what to do
- Get in touch with what I am feeling and what I’m wanting
- Tell someone how I’m feeling
- Focus on what I can do to get what I want
Weave the fabric of this blog with your thoughts