Life

I can feel the life of my soul The life of my soul breezing through my ora I can feel the beating of my heart The beating of my heart pumping life through my aorta I feel thoughts going through my mind A thousand thoughts an hour of many a kind And i think to myself The more we big up ourselves up The more contraction we become Just to let everyone from this forum that knows about my incarceration into a mental health unit on section 3 of the mental health act that i have now been discharged back home and i thank you one and all for the kind support that you all gave to me and your honest feedback regarding my work when i was able to use the wards computer

reefaman

I have a mental health illness and I was a inpatient in a private secure mental health hospital not because i was a danger to the public but because i myself was the only person who was in danger from me was myself and that will reflect in my poetry...

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