My mother gave me a notebook,
Spiral bound with a floral pattern.
It was to help me focus during meetings,
To prevent me from retreating to my phone,
To hide away from the speaker's voice.
She thought she'd found a solution
But instead the notebook became
my new hiding place.
I drew so many things in that notebook,
Scattered amongst the bible verses
Scribbled down to give the pretense
I was focusing on the speaker.
A fresh cup of hot coffee
With steam leaving the cup.
Vines lining the edges of the paper.
Act 16:23
Fairies dancing across the page
With fireflies and butterflies
Shimmering with sparkles.
Psalms 83:18
The moon, my one true friend
That kept me company,
Shining light in my darkest moments.
Genesis 25:8
Thank you Mom for this notebook.
It truly did help me focus.
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Escapism
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written throughout my life showing my journey of mental health struggles, unhealthy relationships, my struggle with Christianity, and eventually finding some peace and happiness in my life. Before reading, please n...
