Mental Health

Are you ok is what

people ask

Whilst you hide your true feelings

behind your face mask

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You donโ€™t want to be a burden or

seen as weak

So yes you answer even though all you want to do

is weep

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We all shouldnโ€™t have to

feel this way

But have the confidence and support to have

our truthful say

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Itโ€™s time for the stigma to be gone

for good

And for us mental health sufferers not

to be misunderstood

The Old Battered Guitar

The old battered guitar

Scratched and bashed

A lifetime of being

played like a fiddle

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The old battered guitar

Tired and worn

It still holds a tune

Except now only itโ€™s own

Tawny Owl

Tawny Owl

Are you hither

Your rustle is heard

Like a whisper

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Your presence

I can sense

That eerie feeling

and suspense

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Always close

but never seen

Hidden in the tree

so green

The Rickety Fence

Like an old rickety fence I am

In a gentle wind I move 

Swaying this way and that 

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In blustery gusts

I sway further, creaking 

But upright I stay

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How I fear the stormย 

My old timbers may not hold

A lifetime of battering has done its worse 

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But if the storm breaks me

New timber added to the old

And upright I stand again

Fragments

Cloudless night 

Why are there no stars

I look for you but you are not there

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Faithful moonย 

You are there

Basking us in your dim light

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You remind usย 

The universe is endless 

Time is eternal 

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We are butย 

the smallest fragments

of the whole

Simple Pilgrim

Just a simple pilgrim of life I am

A sojourner of dreams 

A wayfarer of thoughts 

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The wonder of words is my loveย 

The magic of music is my muse 

The enchantment of art is my saviour 

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The unnecessity of antagonism is my adversityย 

The constancy of conflict is my nemesis 

The abundance of intolerance is my foe

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The old gnarled oak is my friendย 

The wise owl is my guide 

The mossy battered rock is my bed

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The wonders of the world never cease to amazeย 

I am just a simple pilgrim of life

Waiting

After sleeping what do we do the most

Waiting, I think

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We wait for love

We wait for happiness

We wait for the mundane

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Too much time is spent

Waiting for something

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Waiting I think

Needs to wait

Temporal

What do we seek

Peace, happiness, harmony

Wealth, fame, power

For some itโ€™s the latter

For others itโ€™s the former

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One path leads to temporal contentment

The other to oneness of the heart

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For all of us

The choice is our own

River

What is my faith

A question to which

there is no answer

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My faith is within

Cannot be expressed

Cannot be quantified

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It flows like a river

Underlying principles

though I have

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Love

Compassion

Kindness

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But mostly being

true to myself

True

Weโ€™ve never tried to fit in

Itโ€™s a battle

We donโ€™t want to win

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To be the same

is not us

We donโ€™t play that game

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We are given many names

But we are not

in figurative chains

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We are happy as ourselves

True to who we are

Whilst others can keep to themselves

Here And There

A frantic rush

Like a busted flush

Is all we seem to do

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Never time to pause

To give applause

And catch our breath

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Non stop here and there

Looking longingly at the chair

Is what we do

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Sometimes we stop and think

This rushing is going to push us to the brink

Then off we go

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Rushing and going nowhere

Rather than stopping and getting somewhere

Is what we do