Thank you for this, Peter.  So close to home for me...

Sorry to be late to this poignant and perfect poetry. You have such a great gift at cutting so close to the reality and the truth of the matter. Your sensitive pen is profound and moving and this direct and deliberately live recorded delivery heightens the experience intensely. Bravo Peter

Sensitive and deeply moving portrait of the loneliness of mental illness which all of us will face at some point in our lives and which so many struggle with every day.

A true masterpiece. Yes...here we are again.

Something like a quarter of the people you looked at today will have some form of mental health issue this year.

Far more than that will be seriously impacted by the mental health struggles of their loved ones.

I made this for someone very special.  

Seemed more honest done in one take.
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Glide Path

Breaking of the snow
Turns my head, to face the west
Where memories play for show
They never rest.
Eyes are clouding down
The more I hide, the less I smile
Saddest clown
For miles and miles.

Portrait of my face
Staring back, from times long past
The blackest space
Where my shadow’s cast.
Conversation stalls
Me and I, in fractured sense,
Childhood’s pall
On emotion’s fence

And where from here?
And when to there?
And what of fear?
And who should care?
And why the tears?
And whose despair?
And how to see,
What once was me?

Water kissing salt
Cry of pain, dissolves my mind
It’s all my fault
Crevasses of the conscious kind
Sharpest form of dark
Biting hard, my ego’s lip
Laser stark
As focus slips
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Photo by Cherry Laithang on Unsplash

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