Did you, too?
Have you been there?
Do you, really?
Thank you.
I’m glad you’re here.
I’m glad I’M here.
This is work.
I want to get better.
I wish I could sleep.
I sleep too much.
I’m ready to commit to that.
I’m ready to quit.
I trust you.
Thank you for being there for me.
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Reach out
Into the mist.
There, then gone.
It whispers in your ear.
Silently, it lifts
Up into the air,
Then swoops
Across the sky.
Carry it in your arms.
Roll it between
Your fingertips.
Feel it brush your leg
Like a feather.
Balance.
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A light twinkles
In the distance;
It is my hope,
Fragile, yet strong.
Will a big gust of wind
Blow out my candle?
I am protected
By many walls:
Meds, doctors,
Counselors, family,
Friends and helpers.
That gust of wind
Can blow if it must,
But my light will not
Be extinguished.
I will use
The tools I’ve been given.
I will continue the struggle,
And I will win.
Experience.
A light bulb turns on.
Words flow like breathing.
Comfortable.
Fellow warriors
Keeping each other company.
Along for the ride,
Together.
Be there for you,
Whenever you need someone.
Any time, any place.
Trust me.
I’ll hold out a light
So you can see your way.
Brothers and sisters
Of mental illness.
Strong.
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Breathe on me breeze blows across the
Sand turtles and fish no straws or death
Walking round and round,
Spinning like a top.
Hope you had
A bag of gladness
To spend at the curiosity shop.
Fill the cup
To the rim.
Hope you catch
A great big brim.
Do you like
To run the course?
Horsing around,
And playing so forth?
I like the space
Between the eyes.
I like my pork chops
Grilled, not fried.
Do you see
The end of this shopping spree?
Did you spend
Every bit of your money?
How are you
At playing chicken?
I don’t mind
If I get a licking.
Tell the time
Oh, don’t be sorry.
Drink a beverage,
Kamikaze.
There was once a little blob. Then it grew legs and went around the block. It passed an alley where he saw another blob getting mugged by two other blobs. He thought about crying out, “Police!” But he was scared they might have guns, so he continued on his merry way around the block. He smelled cinnamon rolls cooking in a bakery, and then he stopped to buy one from the blob in the store. His day was going pretty well until he got to an open manhole in the street, which he fell into when he didn’t see it. It was pretty nasty down in the sewer, but he was a blob, and they don’t worry about such things.
