Imagination Lives

Imagination lives

in the knots in the bedroom door,

and the gap between the bed and the floor.


Imagination lives,

in the waves on the beach,

And the myriad of colours just out of reach.


Imagination lives

in the summer breeze,

that gently rustles the leaves of the trees.


Imagination lives

in a clear starry night,

with no clouds to mask the sight.


Imagination lives

in an autumn mountain scene,

with green, yellow, red and blue in between.


Imagination lives

in a flowing stream,

where all types of aquatic life can be seen.


But when imagination dies,

the fire goes out of my eyes,

and I become blind,

until the storm passes,

and the sun shines again.


Published by Beyond Recovery blog

A collection of creativity, artwork and information by Merseysiders on recovery in mental health.

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