This entry is part 1 of 7 in the series Mental Health: The Diary of a Broken Mind
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Journey's End

written by: Steve Pearson

@StevePearsonUK

 

I don't know where I'm going,
I just know I'm arriving there soon.
I feel the journey all over my bones
While I'm whistling a familiar tune.

Some of these days are forever,
And some days are yesterday's news,
Like a barefoot stroll in the sunshine
Or like wearing an old pair of shoes.

I'm going, I'm coming, I've lost it,
Like a shit, Friday night juggling act.
Stand clear, stand fast, but stand by me
My bullshit's about to be unpacked.

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

Episodes of mental illness can be like a journey going who knows where. This first offering explores the often jagged nature of the journey.

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Steve Pearson

Steve Pearson

JUNE 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
That's me at the front of the photo. I'm an atheist, socialist, humanist, poet and soon to be novelist. From here to there and a lot of shit in the middle. That's life.
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