Head Space.

Not got many words this week, so going to share a poem I wrote a few years ago. It kind of sums me up this week. I find it strange how some things in life just don't change no matter how hard you try to make it different.

Head Space

Cloaked and brooding it waits.

Slowly it seeps through breaking down the barriers.

Why it comes I do not know, those nagging doubts and insecurities escalating into something unknown.

The drip feed soon becomes a flood and thoughts and reason spiral out of control.

Leaving only the darkness for comfort.

Weather blur.

Peace x

All photographs by Caroline Harvey.