#1933-Solutions
15/11/2022
Heights are scary.
When my head spins,
Unwanted thoughts begin,
And the place I want to be,
Feels distant from my reality.
Those are fleeting moments,
For there are ways,
To again grounded be.
Just a tilt of the head,
Stare at the empty sky,
And watch those thoughts,
Like the clouds, drift by.
