Poetry archive from the mental hospital

Wayan Ophelia

Your azurite eyes will inspire the world
Your diminutive hands will grow to blankets, enveloping your darlings with passion and spirit
Your brilliant smile will falter at injustice, but Your determined brow will eradicate that which you cannot bare to observe
The world is a slab of resin, and you a novice shaper
Take your time
Know that there is no rush to your revolution

And until then, play in the waves.
Grin at the teasing effervescence and let the swell carry you even when the vastness of the blue invokes unease
You can always return to the tender arms of the cresting sea
Escape in the sacred sunlit frequencies of the surf, for it is there that you will be free