Her shoulders stand tall reaching for the morning sun
wanting nothing; carrying dreams and treetops adorned in dewdrops.
soft winds blow.
An intrigate path leads to her crest only to be braved by those willing to disolve their pride on the journey.
With every footstep ascending to the top
remember there is beauty beyond difficulty.
E.
$#*£ 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 Moore3 days ago in Psyche
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I love your poetry.