Slip

This is a poem I wrote years ago when I was in a group home. It is just something to start my page with.

Slip, slip, slipping away
I am so afraid I've lost my way
Jumbled and scattered,

My thoughts never mattered

Some day I hope they may

Reviews

[gorillarock]

your thoughts matter today. we have a shared experience and this is a clear, concise illustration of how one could inevitably feel in that situation. nice piece to start your adventure here :)

cheers, friend!

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We tell ourselves that our thoughts don't matter but they do, they always do. I like this piece very much as I spent time working as a counsellor at a group home (in a former life) and often spent many of my days and nights chatting to the residents. I always found that they had lots to say and I always listened. Thanks for sharing this; it's a nice piece to start your page with. I look forward to reading more.