Clickity clack the all too familiar sound of the tires hitting the pavement as I watch the yellow stripes go by, I silently wonder where we are headed once again as I sit beside my older brother in the back seat. I was 10 when I realized my life was a lot different than other kids. We moved a lot. As far I can recall I attended 19 schools by the time I was 15 and had been in 35 states. We were always the new kids at school sometimes only being there long enough to establish friendships then it was time to move. So out of necessity words and numbers soon became my friend, although I did not write my first poem until 1997 after my first psychotic episode, being diagnosed severe Bipolar 1 and being reborn. I write my poems for a few reasons personal therapy, to help others who might be going through something similar, mental health awareness and to share the word of God.
Love is the greatest commandment it is written in the good book
people search the world for it every cranny every nook
but its inside you all you have to do is look
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I bleed from the wound your blade made
And I wade through the pool of tears I shed
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This is my journey, this is my walk, this is also my valley
I have felt fear many days of my life but I am free
Because he walks beside me
With his peace he removes all anxiety
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Like a video tape on rewind
It's what I see in my mind
A cure I hope they find
Distorted sounds,
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