If only the echoes in my mind

And ghost of lives past

Could leave me just for a day

The dark skies no longer cast

The shadows, make me look rather

Intimidated as I grope about

In my unbearable time here

Nothing is easy I could fucking shout

About wasting my life and time

On things so mundane

When in reality I’m free

Not weighed down, just a little insane

I turned to writing for therapy after a long period of ill-health. I have just returned to work. I am a researcher, writer, and Mental Health Advocate.

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