andrew mitchell : Writing

The weight

The weight

A Poem by andrew mitchell


I am no more the glass that holds your pouring to distribute the weight holding you down. I am the shoulder you can lean on while you handle y..
Doing the loop to recycle

Doing the loop to recycle

A Poem by andrew mitchell


You are never too old in the beginning but old enough at the end.
Mind over matter

Mind over matter

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The metamorphosis of the mind was brought on by a change in thought for the better even if there are moths about.
A buoy amongst the tears

A buoy amongst the tears

A Poem by andrew mitchell


He who waters regret will surely drown in the shallows where the swim is too deep for vanity.
From the sword that cut ties

From the sword that cut ties

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The sword that draws blood will find no peace in the ruins the weapon has created only loss instead.
It’s your ship but not the weather

It’s your ship but not the weather

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The wind is not yours but sail if you must until then row upon still waters.
Instinctively moved

Instinctively moved

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Everyone has an anchor but not the knowledge when to move on.
Through the mythological path of meaning

Through the mythological path of meaning

A Poem by andrew mitchell


I took to the road that was never made - a path less travelled, and there I found self amongst the shadows that surrounded me as I walked upon ..
Beyond the window pane

Beyond the window pane

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Behind the door that never was were the choices never made while the window of opportunity was always open.
Riddle me this

Riddle me this

A Poem by andrew mitchell


From whence we came the last day of the rest of our life.