Jennifer Funnell

I am trees, wooden beams

The mist on the bathroom mirror

My bedroom door.

I wish to be small so my worries are small too.

I wish to have big ears so I can listen more carefully.

I wish to know answers and what to do.

I wish my goals had targets, so I had something clear to aim for.

I am hands holding hands.

I am charms collected through time.

I am rubbish, trash.

I am invaluable.

I wish to treasure my mind, not condemn it to senselessness.

I wish to see with my two eyes, I think I only look with one.

I wish to talk with strangers, as their story is just as important as mine,

And take their words as lessons, something precious.

I think I’ll read for the rest of the day

If I can peel my eyes from distractions.

I think I’ll paint, if my hand agrees with my mind.

When it is easy, I find ways to make it harder.

This can be worthwhile, however at this moment I want to delight in the simple things.

Song that gave me inspiration: Your World is Eternally Complete by Sweet Trip.

Thank you so much for reading!

Jenny