Bones bundled beneath brack, brown,
buried by bubbles before Bronze.
Belabored between bog, beyond.
Blood: bygone. But bring
back buoying breaths,
babble brightened,
bloomed blushes.
Beautiful,
being.
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Hannah E. Aaron
Hello! I'm mostly a writer of fiction and poetry that tend to involve nature, family, and the idea of growth at the moment. Otherwise, I'm a reader, crafter, and full-time procrastinator!
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$#*£ Resilience
I was going to relax this evening. Tune out, hunker down, look after myself. I need it. I am exhausted. Thoroughly used up. And it's only Wednesday. Not even half way through the week. A week that in the UK, is Mental Health Awareness week. I don't know who decides these things, who gets to co-opt a day, a week, a month, and declare it a thing about a thing. But I do know a lot about mental health. I know a lot about mental health AND I know a lot about working for the UK's National Health Service. And so it was with interest that I clicked play on the below video, earlier today. By the time I finished, I was in tears.
By Hannah Moorea day ago in Psyche
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Well done!
aBsolutely Breathtaking!! i really enjoyed the letter play. such talent my Bestie has!!
This is talented work.
Hi, I love this! I saw you like one of my poems and I am an archaeologist specializing in European prehistory and protohistory with a focus on the Iron Age and I couldn't pass this up. Thank you! :)
I read about these ages ago. Great work!