self-image –
and self-worth
ran away –
and hid in a saxon church

i am quiet because…
i am quiet…
i am shy… surely?

it is a sun lit villa
built on foundations of insanity
it is a tumble-down house
ravaged only –
by the dominant mouse

contentment is easy
and it is always home made
unchained –
and easy to explain

i am overwhelmed by thoughts and ideas
and i stand,
in a constant deluge of unanswered questions

my bones,
need warmth
my hope needs pushing
and love needs you

i am frazzled
you know the feeling
the one,
that never seems to be leaving

remember,
when your mental health was a mess
when you took it to bed
and subjected it to your youthful caress

we want worlds
where the language spoken
is understood,
and it is one that suits us