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Place of Safety

written by: Steve Pearson



you abuse me
I bruise easily
this place
my space
is mine
a line
drawn in the sand
this is my stand
no more days
no more plays
no grinding stone
that bird has flown



Recognising the triggers of mental illness helps us to stay in our place of safety.

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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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