This entry is part 1 of 5 in the series Mental Health: The Diary of a Broken Mind
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Journey's End

written by: Steve Pearson



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.



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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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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