take formless to be form invisible
go beyond body mind and senses five
so what if space is imperceptible
know the entire universe is alive
The road is rocky
Dig deeper and shed some blood
Repent for your sins
My consolations don’t work anymore
I probably used them too often
I cannot continue like I did before
No new sweet distractions are offered
But is it so necessary to distract,
You may ask, and my answer sounds lame
I’ll paint you how hard it is to interact
With real world’s tough little games
I lack the more meaningful thing to express
I think it’s a drag to delve deeper
A new toy may help to forget all this mess
You won’t get of me a good weeper.
Bonded by the divine, thriving blind
And deaf for hope, peace, a serene need
Of its restorative embrace.
It inspires and nurtures a seed
Of deeper wisdom within my mind.
Light moves through the trees like a quiet sign,
a hush that gathers where shadows align,
reminding the heart of a deeper design,
something tender and wordless, almost divine,
a whisper that says your path is still mine,
even when doubts in the soul intertwine,
even when courage is frail as a vine~
still, He leans close and calls me to shine.
Deeper and deeper, my mind goes cold, like a disease, it spreads to my heart, now stone-cold.
Deeper and deeper, my demons rub their hands, belittling me while despairs settles in.
Deeper and deeper, I sink into the chill, feeling old, as my soul is wrapped in despair, cold from misery, encased in stillness.
As they say, a cold mind breeds a cold heart- my blood now frozen, solid as stone, chilled by fear, numbed by careless despair, cold from my anxiety.
Anxiety does jumping jacks within me, keeping me frozen, paralysed by dread, seeping into the crevices of my mind,
Cold mind, cold heart.
Happy Mother's Day
My poem is for all mothers globally. May we collectively pray for love and light and peace to permeate the darkness and create a better world for ourselves and our children.
Let this Mother's Day have a deeper meaning
By Michelle Morris
15/03/2026
Today is Mother's Day
We celebrate it with loved ones dear
Throughout the world we feel its peace
The love we share far and near
But it's not possible for all families
When separated by war and strife
Sometimes the thing they're grateful for
Is being able to survive the night
So, let's all take a moment in silence
To send prayers of blessings and goodwill
For protection and hope and faith
To send good and mercy to all
To say thank you for all we have
To appreciate wisdom and freedom
To hold on to our hope and faith
Focus on positivity and keep believing
So, don't let the hope die
Let this Mother's Day have a deeper meaning
For everyone needs a mother
And love and light and freedom
© Michelle Morris, 2026
When the well runs dry
What do you do, abandon all hope
Or do the work to dig deeper?
It’s natural for the familiar and repeated
To grow stale
The dissatisfaction is how we grow.
Knock, knock the joke goes
But the real joke is nobody knows.
(12/7/25)
From lights and stilts
the hat tips down
an adoring voice
welcomes the crowd
From end to end the tent fills with laughter
and every second there's a passing actor
from the car you drove in residing inside
the make up covers your face and tears in your eyes
you'd never thought you'd be here
you'd never thought to try
but in the end at the circus
the tight rope you walk on
was not held so high
so keep your chin up
and raise your fist
honk your horn
and balance on your wrist
for this is the show
and you are the clown
and the only fool that is here
is the crowd left profound
The purple girl and blue boy too,
Both hide their joy, yet let it through,
Their laughter paints the grayest hue.
Love and fear—
They smile to hide a tear.
Beyond their gaze, the pain they hide,
Runs deep, a storm they cannot ride,
Yet through the dark, the light’s their guide.
For every night,
Will birth its dawn of light.
The girl of purple dances free,
Her grin a sun for all to see,
She chases ghosts of memory.
But now, somehow,
She’s found her peace for now.
The boy of blue, composed, withdrawn,
Appears intact, but hope is gone,
His thoughts still rage from dusk to dawn.
Yet calm does form—
His family’s heart is warm.
They seem so bright, just you and me,
Their smiles are masks of what can’t be,
But under layers, truth we see—
The spark grows stark,
A flicker in the dark.
He rush towards you
Like a wave to the sand
Closer than you expected
He found his way to you
To light up your world like the sun
So hold on to him tight
For you may never experience
That great feeling again
Just give love a chance in your life
And as your eyes meet his
Take a look into the beautiful future
That awaits the both of you
It could be a taste of heaven
Therefore, embrace him close to your heart
And pull him deeper into your soul
Because he's the genuine love of your life
That found his way to you.
I look into a mirror,
Do I like what I see?
Staring at my conscience,
Reflecting back at me.
Inside of this mirror, there’s always more.
So don’t just look, at what’s lying on the shore.
Are you going to drive after this rain,
Maybe you should wait for it to dry,
For you will only slide into the same old rut,
Burrowing this rut deeper and deeper,
It will guide your tread but at a cost,
The deeper you go the higher the risk,
Risk of being stuck in this rut you are so fond of,
When it is the rut that keeps us from seeing,
Seeing other paths meant just for us.
They say there's more of you,
back in the day.
You're a shell of a man,
that's what they say.
Go back! Find it, find it!
Less, less, you cry.
Not sad; angry, empty.
Try again, you lie.
Yet it spreads further,
beyond the now, the why, the how.
Never better, but sometimes worse:
what will time allow?
Do you know where to look?
As you close in, it fades.
Not away, Not ever away...
It turns back, the deeper you wade.
the hypnotist begins his act
pendulum sways.
his voice is slow and melodic
“you are getting sleepy”
the next thing I know I hear
“deeper and deeper”
someone takes my hand
leads me to the stage
I am told to skip around like a chicken
and bark like a dog, which I do without thought
this delights my students
I am so suggestable,
They come every year just to see me.
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