People think I talk too much…

And by people I mean me too.

They think I share too much.

Sometimes I share to get some out

Some of me

That’s spilling over the edges of my mind

You’d think it couldn’t fill up

It’s vast.




How does it well up?

I may never know.

But when I put pen to paper

It soothes my aching soul

And it opens up a little window

To let some light in.

Cohen said it in Hallelujah

It’s through the cracks that the light comes in

Every now and then I’m shattered

But I have become a potter

I examine my brokenness under my mind’s microscope

I lay them my pieces out decadently

Gentle stroking my ego

I put me back together

With gold


Published by Faith

I am human patiently accepting myself. I am unapologetic about being wild, and untamed. I am always open to new things and I only accept good vibe and positive energies. I love people and life and the world is my playground. I love children, animals and elderly people. I write to express and understand my thoughts, feeling and behaviors. It's self therapy and a visualization tool. I am a selfish loner at times a very sensitive INTJ. I am an aspiring psychological disorders and consumer behavior researcher and practitioner, living with Bipolar 1.

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