#24 healing poetry; anyway?

I had a daydream
As the sky grew
Dark and grey
And stormy
I walked
With my plastic headphones
Creaking to my steps
I became aware of
Bright fairy lights
Strung up in mind
Running through
Colourful paper lanterns
It felt like bubbly joy, there
And I had a vague sense
That I was smiling
While I hung up
More paper lanterns
And I had a vague sense
That I was lighter and brighter
There
I walked home
And spun myself into a panic
Like panic was sugar
Instead of the bubbly joy
I had seen
In my mind’s eye
I was reminded
That if the mind is a trickster
Anyway
Did that not mean
I could choose joy,

Anyway?

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