By Emma Wilson

Often when love shines

the clouds cover the sun

and a storm defines

but most of the time I live in the fun

I get in my head 

but all the time we love 

I’m reminded that we are the bread 

sticking together to make sure all is met 

when the intrusive brain takes away 

I try to breathe away and remember to set 

we will be here and sway 

I’m grateful for everything don’t get me wrong

my brain just tends to get ahead of the game

but in this game it is long

and I’m to blame