I cry for my place in the world
But my place is not here
The place I yearn for doesn’t exist
It’s a place where I go to each night in dream time, a place where I love and miss
When I am awake it drives me insane
All I want to be is inside my brain
I want it to be my world
Is that insane?
Is it insane to love what is inside your brain?
Again
I will tell you
I cry for my place in the world
But it is not here
The place I long for doesn’t exist, anywhere but in here (points to my head)
Filed under poetry
I'm copyright protected
I'm a shattered mirror. Poetry holds my broken pieces together.
Your Daily Dose of Cute Dogs
Writer - Podcaster - YouTuber
A blog for those who can never put down a book
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
forest gardening in Scotland and beyond
A safe place to talk openly about mental health & illness
I LEAVE YOUR ROAD TO WALK ON MY GRASS.
Children's Book Reviews and Recommendations from a Primary School Teacher
“May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Raku pottery, vases, and gifts
tardycreative.com 