Help
I want to help you
I'll sit down, shut up, listen
Find shared solution
A mental health day
Quietly sifting the week
All the help I need
Some
help can do harm
Like
gratuitous advice
Not understanding
Need
help with tangles?
Think
we need to brush your hair
I will be careful
Crooked
He
crooked a finger
And
the old sheep came trotting
She knew the shepherd
His
crooked body
Hid
a brilliant twisted mind
No one thought to ask
From
the beginning
The
house always looked crooked
Slightly forbidding
Label
Old
male doctor
Wannabe
haiku poet
Shorthand label box
An
address label
Name,
number, destination
Helps the post office
Words
cannot define
The
essence of the true me
Labels don't come close
Tiny
Tiny
wind blown seed
Took
root in a rock fissure
Finding nourishment
'No',
a tiny word
Staccato
and rejecting
Yet so powerful
Tiny little thought
Crossed my mind the other day
Think I trod on it
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