Voyage across the universe,
To reach the welcoming stars,
I never thought it would take this long,
But I’ve already come this far,
Nothing about it is glamorous,
Nor is it romantic,
It doesn’t involve hunting bison,
Nor lighting a fire at night,
But that’s why it’s called survival,
And why it’s called a journey,
A journey without an ETA,
Only an endpoint, burning bright.
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I write poems which are mental health-themed, creative or humourous :).
Within mental health I write a lot about: ADHD, OCD, anxiety, autism, emotional traumaβ usually with an optimistic slant.
My goals for my blog are to give myself a therapeutic, creative outlet whilst also being able to connect with and relate to other people.
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Beautiful poem, Robin. π
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Thank you! π
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