My life is a gift,

I must heal the rift,

With my inner child,

Disconnected, shameful of the wild,

Within her nature, carefree,

I became someone she was not meant to be.

Look at her…….

Full of fun and energy,

Ideas and creativity.

Will you share this with me?

And teach me how to be,

Us. Connected.

I wrote this poem just now, in my head whilst walking the dog. It may not be of the quality to win me any prizes, but it carries great significance. Firstly, only a few months ago, I would have had zero inclination whatsoever to enter the realms of my brain where such creativity occurs. And secondly, there is no way I would have had the energy, or space amongst the fog to memorise it.