I Try 

If you find my confidence, please send it back
I am the one hiding under a hat, with red curly hair.
I try to blend in, as I am not very good at mixing
I am stumbling on my feet and tripping over my words.
I try to put on a disguise.
If you see me out and about
I am the one looking at the floor.
I try to make eye contact
I am not arrogant or rude.
I try.

The River of My Mind

She sits watching the driftwood crash against the rocks. She braves the fierce waters and steps in. Her feet feel steady in the depths. She takes this moment to observe her own thoughts. Exploring the water, she feels the turbulent river has an inner calm.

The Blackened Library

The blackened library filled with shadows of felled trees. Looking up symptoms, seeking a cure. Each shelf filled with words on dead wood. Sheets of illness and disease. Arms aching, you reach for the book of recovery. Legs throb like a heavy base when you look around for a seat to bear your weight. Feet ache from the invisible mud you have been sinking in. Get out of the building. Go outdoors and absorb the sunlight. On the way out grab a book by Robert Frost or something with forests and talking trees. Take a walk barefoot, feel the moisture of the grass between your toes. Watch the sky brighten as the clouds evaporate. Listen to the cheep-chirpings that echo from a sycamore tree. Rest upon its bark, open your book, and escape with words that rearrange the darkened cloud that has followed you for so long. Be present in this moment.

Follow Your Senses

She sticks to the road, follows the river,
at shore, sets foot on rocky sand.
As waves roar and fish dance, she sits beneath
a delicate pine tree.
It shelters her from the whistling wind
under its protection, she finds
her inspiration.

I Am

I feel as though I am being pulled into the underworld. Roots trapping me, weaving around my feet. I am dropping deeper, deeper in the depths of the dampened earth. The weight of the earth is crushing any strength that I have left. I am lost. I lie still, still as a branch. I am falling, falling further. I am… 

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Daisy Green is a Poet and a victor of domestic violence. She is residing in beautiful Wales. Daisy has used poetry to release her fear, sadness, and isolation as a way of therapy. After finishing her Master’s in Poetry, she is now in the process of becoming a creative practitioner. You can find her work  https://www.facebook.com/poetryblogs/ https://instagram.com/daisy_greenpoetry1?igshid=YTQwZjQ0NmI0OA== or https://chello03.wordpress.com/ She was first featured in 2020 on The Short of It, and some pieces were published in Volume 1 – The Sound of Brilliance.

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