The above is a tanka poem. I enjoy tanka and haiku, which follows the same structure and is the foundation of a tanka as the first three lines.
I consider these as sentiments about small things that live in spaces where meaning lies. The above offers you a moment of insight into how I spoke (and often speak) to myself.
It’s not always easy to hear a gentle voice above a cacophony of criticism and chaos. It’s something I’m cultivating and working on as someone who’s flooded during flashbacks and panic attacks. But this lullaby for the heart is a song we all deserve to hear.