from willowdot21
It Hurts.
Shoe laces taken
All you know, shaken
Not a razor or knife in sight
Still the pain sears through the night.
Corridors full of eternal walkers
Going nowhere, watched by stalkers.
Screams erupt so do tussles
Held down by ‘staff ‘ with muscles.
Nothing stops the pain NOTHING
Smile at family don’t let them see the bluffing.
It hurts, it hurts you needs to bleed
A sacrifice to the demon’s seed.
Doors slam, locks turn
Fears grow behind doors souls burn
Help me please help me
Blind eyes don’t see…………
Shoe laces taken
All you know, shaken
Not a razor or knife in sight
Still the pain sears through the night.
Beautifully written, but painful and chilling. A powerful share, Robert. Well done, Willow.
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Wow, Rob! Thank you for sharing this deep and insightful piece. I gives an inside view!
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I wish we had the courage to treat mental illness the way it deserves to be treated in this country.
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I’m writing a piece about that right now. The stigma attached to having a mental illness in the United States is lethal and almost invisible. What we call the homeless is a collective decision made by the healthy to punish the mentally ill for what the healthy think is a choice. In our culture people are supposed to suffer for making bad decisions. But mental illness is not a choice. One does not decide to be too ill to find a way off the streets. I think the people of the United States treat the mentally ill exactly as we think they deserve. It is my hope that if we have another blue wave in 2020, we can place funding for community mental health programs on the table.
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My mother worked in a state mental hospital in the 60s and 70s. I worked on the hospital farm one summer. I saw firsthand that those people wanted to function, they wanted to have a purpose in life, but they simply could not do it in a “normal public” setting. Those hospitals were closed, and many of those people ended up on the streets. It’s very sad.
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O agree, Dan. My Father’s Sister has schizophrenia. I know that some of those hospitals were badly run, but most were not. My Father’s sister had a decent life in a cottage on the grounds of the State Hospital. I hope our nation can begin to have an honest discussion about the mistakes in judegemtn that made so many of us so cynical. Thank yuu for engaging on this, Dan.
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A poignant share. Unless you’ve witnessed mental health or experienced it. You have no idea of the pain.
Thanks to willowdot.
Much love to you both. 💕🙏
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You are so right, Sue. Willow’s poem gets right to it.
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🙂 ❤
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