Could Be
Aimee, Friends of Guest House, April 30, 2020
when u look within
i see images of things broken, things repaired, and the empty spaces of things lost.
When i look within i see the shadows of memories.
Faces of days past. The ghostly touch of grasping hands.
When i look within i see what was what is and what could be
-Aimee
Time
Aimee Treakle, Friends of Guest House
What if I think of this
time as a drop of water
falling into a puddle with
such fluidity that it makes
no ripples adding to the
volume of time without
the waves of action and
reaction. Simply sliding into the
next moment.
In this most sacred time
feed your spirit. While the
sand is falling silently body
and mind muted with solidarity
spend these precious grains
of time feeding your soul.
I promise myself to not
get lost in the sound
of silence the soundless
steps through the
sands of time.
I promise the world we
won’t be muted forever.
The seconds will tick the
minutes will thud and the
hours will ring. The drop
will birth waves and
the sands will sing.
Anxiety
Aimee Treakle, Friends of Guest House
Writing poetry is hard enough, and writing Valentine’s Day poems – then reading them aloud – takes a fearlessness that few of us have. Thank you Aimee and Rachel from Friends of Guest House for having that courage.
Rachel Seidel wrote a Valentine’s Day poem to her daddy. We. Love. Take a listen here.
Aimee wrote about seeing someone. Really, really seeing. Listen to her here. What do you think?
Always love a message of hope, especially when it is written by one of our clients! We promised Aimee’s poem will brighten your day!
Tomorrow
Aimee Treakle (Friends of Guest House)
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