Asylum

                                             Asylum So I’m leaving hotel Asylum The budget won’t stretch no more Bags are packed, arrangements made It’s time to walk out the door What lies ahead now I’ve rested my mind? You know I’m not sure Don’t know who I am anymore Will they find a cure? The clock is ticking, the TV.… Continue reading Asylum

Art Culture and More

The beautiful timbre of the local tongue Walking through corridors saturated In the 15th century, buildings and culture Breathing deeply in, immersing myself Being tortured by men with selfie sticks Or worse, men running around the square With prams, alongside goats, a festival The Uffizi offered room after room Of religious iconography. The faces all… Continue reading Art Culture and More

Glass

I can get through the worst has gone the river looks normal the grime has gone It’s important now To follow the rivers flow and not the stream to where I go Only good exists ahead the place to focus on the rocks cleanse the water trickles on and on The river is my friend… Continue reading Glass

Moment of Clarity

In the park at midday You had just rolled out Another one for me to recoil at I realised then what your About (a turd rolled in glitter)  Years of ignorance Because I now get it Your whole pleasure is Canning me. Watching as I suffer in pain But then you leave me When I’m… Continue reading Moment of Clarity

Empty Trees

The trees are now bare The discarded leaves clutter the floor Some trees bow, leaning Like they are trying to re-claim their former occupants The birds, the ducks and swans Gather around, oblivious to your absence Not noticing I’m alone No squirrels came to greet me Nothing has changed here On the surface, but it… Continue reading Empty Trees

No Room At The Inn

Part of my job puts me in front of people, who like me, suffer with their mental health and I try to pass on in workshops the strategies I use that have helped me enormously over the last nine years since I was diagnosed with Bipolar disorder. I teach about how there is an onus… Continue reading No Room At The Inn

We Turned Away

If it was because we could not bear to look that would be one thing We didn't look because we didn't care. It wasn't for us to get involved. Apparently When I look I see my son, my daughters. I see my mother wading through debris I see my father inconsolable for his loss. I… Continue reading We Turned Away