So deep, I sink
Deep breath, inhale
Exhale, relax
Letting thoughts be still,
No sound inside my head
Let outside clamour,
Muffled noise
Unable to break in,
Deeper, I sink further
To a place of inner peace,
Conscious, yet unconscious,
Lifted and light
My body transported,
Finger tips and lips tingle
Eyes closed,
Breathe in, then out
Comfortable and chilled,
Almost asleep, but awake
I am aware of my surroundings,
Yet locked into
A warm, comforting sanctuary,
I don’t want to come back,
Until reluctantly my eyelids
Slowly flicker open,
Hello world
I’m still here.
Diane Scantlebury
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- Warmth - Alan Marquis
- London Too Loud - Diane Scantlebury
- Toni - Sap - Lake - Fred Williamson
- Like A River - Kathy Figueroa
- The Waves - Oliver Thompson
- Rewind - Richard Fleming
- When September Turns To Rain - Lyndon Queripel
- Telegram Boy - Alan Marquis
- Bat - Cave - Fred Williamson
- Angels Don't Play This H.A.A.R.P - Lyndon Queripel
- Nameless Fears - Alan Marquis
- Dad - Tony Robert
- Monument of Hell - Fred Williamson
- The Poet - John Buchanan
- Meditation - Diane Scantlebury
- Flapping Duck - Fred Williamson
- La Coupee, Sark - Jenny Hamon
- Forgive Me - Diane Scantlebury
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