Primal joy
Dig me up,
Loose me from myself.
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Assembly line of hope,
Build us anew.
Hands-on, LOVE constructs us.
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Overflow shall asphyxiate,
Wherefore paucity does not feed,
Except on shattered hearts.
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Cerulean forever trail.
Nothing ever ends,
Everything always will…
…Termed.
*****
Seek every piercing shaft, therefore,
To breach the shadowy plumes.
*****
Breathe,
Trust,
Live!
Cast the wind beneath my willow tree.
*****
Life stands over me.
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$#*£ Resilience
I was going to relax this evening. Tune out, hunker down, look after myself. I need it. I am exhausted. Thoroughly used up. And it's only Wednesday. Not even half way through the week. A week that in the UK, is Mental Health Awareness week. I don't know who decides these things, who gets to co-opt a day, a week, a month, and declare it a thing about a thing. But I do know a lot about mental health. I know a lot about mental health AND I know a lot about working for the UK's National Health Service. And so it was with interest that I clicked play on the below video, earlier today. By the time I finished, I was in tears.
By Hannah Moore6 days ago in Psyche
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"Overflow shall asphyxiate". That was my favourite line! Loved your poem!
MHMMMMMM is what I feel as I read this, it was like eating a chocolate with a soft inside.
Wow, very powerful.
Fantastic poem!
Lovely!