k u .co. mind our y think re #IFeelBetterWhen I Feel Better When… I smell new books, a bonfire, fennel tea; I hear winds whisper, whistle, murmur, swirl; I stroke a conch shell, polished ebony; I see a rosebud ready to unfurl; I knit a trauma teddy, twiddle-muff; I play my oboe, scrape its pesky reeds; I write a sonnet, therapeutic stuff; I feed my garden robin sunflower seeds; I find my voice, you empathise with me; I lose my fear, fight stigma, shun taboo; we share ideas, campaign for dignity; you love me for myself, not what I do. Now still, I know the truth of Abraham, the everlasting arms. I AM: I am. Joanna Watson Poetry 94