Smoke Signal Rising Quadru-Haiku on Mental Health

My wounds gather stones

and blindly build walls. Alone,

can’t chisel their hold.


Flame of my spirit

dimmed, closed in by my trowel-

smoke signal rising…


Waters of kindness

split mortar, trickling a salve

that softens the stone.


Breeze of connection

finds breaks in the walls. Love, the

bellows for embers.

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