mental illness has –
knocked upon your door
and they have let it in
they play crazy card games
and sip wild pink gin

you said
that i was held back
from what?
i have lived –
a rich and full life

it is no wonder –
that she has been labelled –
as not very bright
after all, her hand me downs
have never look right

there was something –
in the letter you sent me
that was desperately sad

why does this hurt so?
lean on my spirit
and i pull on my rope
or inner hope
why does this hurt so?

i have truthful bones

it seems so long ago
hot days with blistered feet
aberdeen in the snow
the night with the christmas tree
should we stay, or should we go