#15 of 2021 Mental Health Crisis
I had a therapy encounter with horses the other day and got to walk a miniature one around campus. I don't know how to read them though, so they did most of the work!
Padding about inside their locks
their eyes seem awfully strange,
alien faces with alien eyes
and no-one knows their names.
Some of their heritages goes so far back.
Did they fight? Did they plow? Did they flee?
One never knows in those alien eyes
we know not how to see.
My gift is needed here. It waits in the darkness where no one can hear. It holds a candle, always. It loves and it lives and it laughs. It hides, always. It lives without restraint. It cries, crying for all those who cannot. It lies, telling...
I never expected to find home in a psych ward, Home in a very very unknown place, Home in ev'ry heartbeat, ev'ry shadow, Home in ev'ry crying, sobbing face, Home, for every tear that I will shed here, Home, for each and every drop I would, ...
CW for suicidal imagery. -------------------------------------------------- I know people crying, weeping. I know people, dying, same. I know people with my faces. I know people with my names. Should I weep for silence loudly, Should I cry...