I am prolific My brain runs off the tracks Am I, even, complicit? It comes from the core of me

Hope. Change.

everyday inspiration, healthy relationships, boundaries poem

I talk to the sky, stars and all the paper Trying to remind me that I’m just sad

Lets scribble and give it body and shape

Woven into me Like rib indentations in my chest You see them pulsing and they disappear, into the chest wall Without needing releasing...

How does it look to everyone else? How does it feel inside, to you?

Sometimes I’m just really disappointed

I had Love letters, notes to each other written in my phone possible .. tarastarpoetry.medium.com Pride The parts of me that wanted, and...

Keeping my ego ‘in check A confused ego / trying to build self-worth Delusions of grandeur to deny my needs and the fact that I need to

Spun in hope

Past. numbness. Not a nice person

rough, not human

F* k ‘em, I see you

The dream, walls, barriers, fears

personal, rumination, tears - Days of Christmas. seven

lifting

laying in the garden, Tara, poetry

Be kind, love, peace, hope, pain, change, the universe

pretence