Undeaded

OCD, Poem 1 Minute

I love the way my hair frames my vision, when I wake up,
Draping down like willow leaves,
My own private nursery of restoration and rejuvenation,

Or looking across a lake at sunset,
With tree branches framing the view,

Or just the satisfying feeling of
being fully in character, remembering past resiliences,
A monster rising from its tomb,
Embodying the undead :).

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Published by ๐‘น๐’๐‘ฉ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต ๐Ÿช

I write poems which are mental health-themed, creative or humourous :). Within mental health I write a lot about: ADHD, OCD, anxiety, autism, emotional traumaโ€” 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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