Paint Pot – Written July 2011 (Aged 36)

Paint Pot

there were blues in my paint pot
did i end up so blue?
rainbows it seems,
just fell through
so i joined an institution
what is wrong with people
does life really do this to you?
you were young once
i remember that we had colour
even when i stood on the hill –
where once an amusement park stood
i remember my feelings
i remember my life
did i pull myself through
i was quickly schooled on mental health
it is true,
it is an act of luck almost
that i pulled myself through
because my paint pot,
was full of blues
just too easily fell through

James Garratt – July 2011

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