Lets scribble and give it body and shape

Woven into me Like rib indentations in my chest You see them pulsing and they disappear, into the chest wall Without needing releasing...

How does it look to everyone else? How does it feel inside, to you?

Sometimes I’m just really disappointed and disheartened with the world The people that feel like good people Where are they? The ones...

I had Love letters, notes to each other written in my phone possible .. tarastarpoetry.medium.com

Keeping my ego ‘in check A confused ego / trying to build self-worth Delusions of grandeur to deny my needs and the fact that I need to

Spun in hope

Past. numbness. Not a nice person

rough, not human

F* k ‘em, I see you Always be extra Dancing to coffee shop beats Don’t know when I’m a bit much Lifetime of feeling I am and don’t know...

The dream, walls, barriers, fears

personal, rumination, tears - Days of Christmas. seven

lifting

laying in the garden, Tara, poetry

Be kind, love, peace, hope, pain, change, the universe

pretence

ADHD, over-giving, sense of dread

poet Tara, flowing words, an idea, dreams of ‘one day’, I reassure myself, it gets better, regurgitated shifts to thins out, I know it will

brutal denial, you are not alone, needs still there

Euurrgghh