Tag: ADHD

Charms.

Essie P.W

I don’t have good luck charms,
I have remember charms.
As in,
Remember you have to drink water.
Remember to feed yourself more than once a day.
Remember you’re valid.
Those kind of charms.
Remember you’re a person.
Remember you’re human.
Remember you can start again as many times as it takes to be happy.
Remember your whimsy.
Remember what you’ve created.
Remember when you were so happy you thought “Yeah I’d be my friend”.
Remember what Ev said?
Remember to fight your nightmares,
Remember logic when you’re lost,
Remember your therapist said this was fine.
Remember on your darkest nights your reality is just a twisted shadow of what sits there in the light.
Remember the voices lie.
Remember if you go Curtis goes too.
Remember the pin wheel isn’t spinning anymore.
Remember when your friend talked the life back into you?
Remember?
Remember you love that you love so much.
Remember your way to Dream.
Remember this is your house, you’re safe to make as many mistakes as you want in the comfort of your own company.
Remember how you learned to say no.
Remember you are worth all of your time.
I’m wearing so many charms that I ring when I walk.
I’m wearing so many charms that I sing when I talk.
There are whole discussions under my eyes,
Remember?
I wear my past,
My present,
And my future around my neck 
In case I forget
To live where I am,
And not too much in my head.
But remember that’s where you get the best ideas.
So remember always one foot in the clouds.
Remember the spyglass you keep by your side, because little you wants to look too.
Remember little you is proud.
Remember you are who little you needs.
Remember you’re living for both of us.
– Essie Parker Walsh

Away.

Essie P.W


I awake this morning,
Far into spring,
To see that in
The softest light of day,
You have danced
Without worry
Upon the creeping mosses of my garden.
Danced,
As some Good Folk do,
Leaving the gentle wild in your wake.
The dandelions about my feet
Hold tenderly this golden hour.
Each of them a wonder
All its own.
How my home
Does now glitter with it.
I stare into their brilliance
And see upon the rays
A gentle hope.
Without worry.
They whisper in sunlight
And it is dazzling.
They sing to me stories
Of so fantastic a place,
That I,
Enraptured,
Can do naught but willingly go.
– Essie Parker Walsh

April Showers.

Essie P.W

Spring celebrates itself each April,
And each April,
I amble through this spectacle of new life in awe of it’s daring.
A cool wind blows the delicate pink blossoms from the trees.
It carries on the breeze,
And skips down the road.
From the bridge it rains down into the river,
And dances atop the surface of a new world.
The gentle chaos of spring seeps into my skin
And I could weep at my own strength in this moment.
– Essie Parker Walsh

The Reality Of Me.

Essie P.W

I ache to be lost in the serenity
Of late summer.
When everything is coming to rest,
But that one final bloom
Upon the peaks of Derbyshire.
A moment in time
As fleeting as the hope I have
That today will be the day
I meet you on the hill.
And of corse,
Before I dry my hair,
The reality of me
Fractures my mind.
The smile on my face
Cracks
Then breaks
From the weight of unattainable joy.
My morning shatters about my feet,
And I follow.

I cannot meet you on the hill.
Not today.
– Essie Parker Walsh

The River Dream.

Essie P.W

Oh Captain of your patchwork ship,
Sail the River Dream kindly.
Or the threads of fate which bind your craft,
Will snap under the weight o’ your pride.

Oh Captain of your patchwork ship,
Drop anchor where’er you please.
Fill your chalice with a thousand thoughts
Of whimsy, not with greed.

Oh Captain of your patchwork ship,
Cast your line out far and wide.
Settle not for an easy catch,
When the kraken fears thy name
– Essie Parker Walsh