Cobwebs Poem by Fran Isherwood

If I could rummage in your brain
And I could blow away the pain
Fill bin bags with your fears
And buckets with your tears
Throw them in the gutter
If I could just declutter
Your soul –hose away the stress
Replace with fonts of happiness

If I could spring-clean in your brain
And buff up the parts that remain
Obliterate the thoughts that torment you
Hoover away the thoughts that prevent you
From reaching what it is you seek
Come in, in a pinny, maybe once a week?
If I could polish your self esteem
Until I made it sparkle & gleam

If I could sand blast your defences
Place gold cushions around your senses
If I could dig out the weeds of pessimism
Nurture & water the seeds of optimism
If I could tuck your inner child into a cosy bed,
Safe in the clutching of a favourite ted
Employ bouncers to keep your demons at bay
If I could, what would you say?

Would you let me help you to be free?
Oh …and…Would you do the same for me?