Category Archives: Mental Health

Run to Live to Run

She ran because to stand still was to die. He didn’t understand why this was so; But he was not the one whose head said go. She couldn’t stop her run to question why. But could she answer, even if … Continue reading

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Walk On?

Each step took her closer to oblivion. Boldly she walked on; Sure feet On a path Of broken glass Scattering with each step. The shards pierced her soles. The pain eased her soul. The aching Growing, The ache to step … Continue reading

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Re Think

Looking forwards, Never backwards, Not quite liking what I see. It’s important I remind myself, Of who I want to be. In honesty, I’m getting there. I’m doing pretty well. But I’ve got a brain To whom good things Are … Continue reading

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On Hiding 

You can only fall so far Fall so far before you hit Before you hit the ground The ground rides up to meet you. You can only run so far Run so far before the past Before the past runs … Continue reading

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The Stranger

On the edges looking in On a life that had been hers, But she’d divvied out to others Whilst she wept. She delegated well To those up to the challenge, And her life continued on Whilst she slept. Now a … Continue reading

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Thoughts on Trauma – a sonnet

Would I undo the things that you have done, And if I did would that mean I had won? I am not sure, though now I feel such pain, I can see brighter days beyond this strain. Those brighter days … Continue reading

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On Rape – a sonnet to myself

If I could travel back now, to that day Your childhood pure was ripped from ‘tween your thighs I’d take your hand, and this is what I’d say: “It’s not your fault; there is no reason why.” I’d hold you … Continue reading

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