Poem: Glitter dust April 1, 2021December 24, 2021 ~ M Stewart Talk to me of whilom days. Remember them as you speak. Comfort me with simple lies of color, joy, and laughter. Allow me to breathe again, in a time before the dark. Fill my mind with glitter dust. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Published by M Stewart mildly insane, mostly harmless Writing to recovery from cptsd View all posts by M Stewart