tongue tied dawn
pared embers
unstoked
calm....across the skyline
inked silhouette of trees
frayed metaphors
convalescing
some mornings
like this morning
the sun
hard edged
and bright
colours the invisible ink
in my right arm
I see the curve of the 'b'
half an arch of 'm'
I remember
the painless joy of it
what joy was to me
then
10 years ago I cut "I am bad" into my right arm amidst a mental breakdown.
via the wonderous Shân Ellis:
"It’s mental health awareness week this week. Did you know that one in three people suffer from a mental illness at some point in their lives? I’m proud to hold my hand up and be counted, post natal depression almost destroyed me three years ago. Thank you to all the professionals who helped at this time. Let’s talk about it, not hide it up."
Please read her pertinent words here
5 comments:
My courageous sweet Cat. There is strength in the telling. We come away stronger at the broken places.
I'm there beside you with my hand held high. My deafness came close to silencing more than my ears. I'm proud to know you, always! (Hugs)Indigo
Thank you thank you thank you for standing up to be counted. I'm going to edit my blog now to mention this post Cat. My strong friend x
The fact that you can write about it and not hide it is a good sign to your recovery.
So glad you can share it now and get those feelings out in another way.
Lovely prose. Enjoy the rally.
bravo.
keep it up.
come join us today.
what brilliant treat.
fabulous humor/wit.
Invite you to join poets rally today,
Visit me and add your entry via linkz, have fun making new poetic friends.
Bless you.
Enjoy a graceful weekend.
xoxox
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