Poetry

Shrink, Shrink, Little Head


There once was a mind full of dread,

With thoughts that would swarm in my bed.

I whispered, “Be still,”

Till they bent to my will—

Now peace reigns inside me instead.

Poetry

Journey into the Mind  


In my mind, a journey unfolds,
A tale of warmth or fright it holds.
By day and night, a mystery clear,
With joy and strength, or doubt and fear.

In bright moments, confidence glows,
While shadows of doubt creep in, it shows.
Two paths I tread, one calm, one wild,
A journey of hearts, both fierce and mild.