Smoke Signal Rising
Quadru-Haiku on Mental Health
By Kristen BalyeatPublished 4 years ago • Updated 4 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Gleb Lukomets on Unsplash
My wounds gather stones
and blindly build walls. Alone,
can’t chisel their hold.
//
Flame of my spirit
dimmed, closed in by my trowel-
smoke signal rising...
//
Waters of kindness
split mortar, trickling a salve
that softens the stone.
//
Breeze of connection
finds breaks in the walls. Love, the
bellows for embers.
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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