like sugar, like salt


Some wonderful words strung together by poet Donte Collins:

This poem isn’t about bullets or smoke or
how you left me like a shell to music the cement.
It cannot capture the moment you left simply
because you are still leaving.
Like warm fog erecting each tree before
forgetting the forest.
And i know the imagery so far has been
‘almost’ like a loose thread teasing
The needles mouth. excuse me.
But this poem can only exist outside of my body in parts.
Can only be named one letter at a time.


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I'm a woman living in London and this blog captures what lands within my sight and connects with my psyche. I expect it to evolve naturally. It is a place I shall visit from time to time and where things that I am touched by deeply will find a soft place to land. As a psychotherapist and a continuing student, most of the articles you shall find here will somehow, in some way, be related to therapy and well-being. I love comments, so feel free to add yours, whenever and however. I wish you well.

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