Let’s Talk, Let’s Listen

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Today in Canada, it’s Bell Let’s Talk, a mental health awareness day where we take to social media and show our support for those who suffer from various mental health issues. It’s a way of starting that conversation. As you all may or may not be aware, I suffer from general anxiety disorder and depression, it’s been the case for most of my life. I remember being very young when I first started to feel the feelings that I do. It was a time where I had no idea what was happening, I was confused, scared, and thought there was something wrong with me. As I grew into a teenager, the feelings and thoughts I was having intensified and got worst. It was hard, it was even harder trying to mask it from everyone, something I know now in this stage of my life I shouldn’t have done. Although, I am still guilty of it from time to time.
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Come To Me Again

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If my trial has ended,
why do your stones still lay at my feet?
My deepest wounds will never heal until their forgotten.
No, always they fester, they ache,
like my broken heart which is bled to near death,
over and over, as I lay in this cold dark place alone.
I had to run from the pitchforks and torches.
Chased away, like a monster…
who once held the hand of a princess.
I still look for her in the moon,
wish for her in my dreams.
Come to me again my love in pardon,
or come to finish me off instead.

A Mermaid’s Lullaby

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A hill where a mermaid danced,
lay marked by a single stone.
Tales left to imagine,
on the night’s when the harbour’s alone.
The land once rose above her,
to be the brand new sky.
She screams from beneath the ocean,
but no one hears her cry.
Come dance again dear lady,
I feel your song, a boy.
Help me free your spirit,
from this fishermen’s lullaby.

I Can Tell its Home!

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Grant me that yesterday tomorrow.
I want to run again in November rain.
Taste once more, those raindrops.
Pinch me because I’m alive.
Let me feel it to the bone,
that day…
I wore the fog home.
Seagulls bicker,
over drenched catch laid in blood,
but that day, no matter.
T’was Mother Nature’s chore.
All backdrops to my soul
My lungs, they catch up,
though heartbeats have no pace.
One listen to the ocean,
one breath to the shore.
I can tell its home.