Category: Through Poetry
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Meltdown — A Guest Author Poem
As an activist for Mental Health, I often wonder how it is that I go about my work. It is a question that many of us face, and I believe that I’ve come to a conclusion.
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Lurking
Green, rolling plains welcome me home I stand amidst the wind and breathe The brilliantly blue sky beckons me to fly The soft touch of the grass whispers for me to lie down
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Relapse
I see it lurking. Its presence suppressed Oppressing me all of the while. ~ I feel it creeping. Hovering over my shoulder Far enough out of reach to rid. ~ I hear it breathing. The shallow pants match my own A puppet on strings my lungs have become. ~ I smell it decaying. My soul…
Confessions 