Billowing winds
Scrape against the earth
Tugging at oaks and
Bullying clouds
With reckless currents,
Yet a bright canary
Perches on an oak branch
And sings
A song
That halts the chaos,
Smoothes angered seas,
Softens meadows 
Once bent beneath
Billowing winds,
Rests the swaying oaks,
And reassures the clouds
That while the bright canary sings
All will be alright.

There are no bruises
From the blows and kicks
Which pound
Every day
Like a storm
Of hail
At thy self,
Taking down confidence
In raging floods
That follow,
Demoralizing thy self
With every endless crack
Formed by loathing earthquakes.

Look into the mirror
When buds turn
To the rising sun.
I awaken my reflection
From its saddened sleep;
Its depression.
As warmth returns
So does hope.
I smile,
I breathe,
I see the sunlight again.
Two months of frolicking 
In joy
And inspiration-
Motivation
To grow
As a bud facing the sun.
But then my heartbeat slows
And the once gushing blood
Stiffens.
In the wake of snow
My smile shivers
And the light is lost.
I look to...

You cannot appreciate sugar if there is no salt.

In a star-filled night
One fell into darkness;
Ripped out like a button
From a cozy felt coat.
It fell down
Shooting and blazing
Away from home
Into an odd world.

When she woke
She called it home
And for the longest while
It felt so
Until one star-filled night
She looked up
And saw an empty spot
Like a button
Missing from a coat.

In between days
Darkness rolled in
And her home felt odd
Unfamiliar and
Incongruous.
She...

I used to be alive.
I felt my voice as I talked,
I felt the elements against my skin,
I could see the border clearly.

But then I reached a point
Unknown to me when
I fell asleep
And when I woke up
I was gone.

My voice became distant
An echo from a mouth not mine.
The elements caressed skin
Of a body that was not mine. 

Ever since, 
I walk in a daze.
It is worse than death. ...

Your babble
Has cleaned out my eardrums
Dry.
The canal through which I listen
Has become damaged
Of your words.
Too much–
It's an overload.
System Malfunction.
Stop pouring into me your talk
Or I will shut down.
But I bet you won't notice
Ever,
Even when you'll be talking to a corpse.

I'm leaking again.
Oh well, 
another bandage will do.
I love that nobody listens
or notices,
As if they'd even care.

I write "don't bother" on my door
Yet they come in,
And not to ask what's wrong
But to ask for me to give instead
My attention
My sympathy
Or a favour.
Can't you see that I have none?

You look for a smile on my bandaged body
So that you don't have to look
At the leaks.

I...

Give
No Expectations.
Give
But don't aim to receive.

The goodness in giving–
It is selfless
And blossoms the heart.

What do you give when you have nothing.
You begin to give yourself.
Time.
Attention.
Priority.
Dedication.
Sacrifice.
Life.
Until you wither of the giving extremity. 

There was no room for imperfection
Only Normal.
I am allowed happiness,
sadness,
fear,
and worry.
But I must play dumb to depression
to terror and panic
to anxiety.

My chest is too tight 
But it keeps filling.

My mouth is shut;
I cannot speak–

I was raised to be better than this
I was moulded to perfection
No matter what I was made of.

I was raised to deny
That I have issues.
I was raised to accept
That I...