L C Vieira
L C Vieira Poems
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Mental Health Awareness Week
Oh, I'm aware. Too aware.
I wore my bright colors, my orange and golds,
the big yellow hat, closet greens unrolled.
I walked as a billboard to questions and stares,
promoting the week in the way that I dared.
I dared, but soon noticed that not all yet believe
the idea of ‘mental ‘ should be loud or be seen.
Loud or allowed, or improperly bold,
outside of the box, escaping the mold.
Is it mental when it cannot be contained,
the idea controlled or conventionally sane?
Must we still plan to hide it somewhere back at home
and speak in the ...
There is no moment like this one with you,
no bed as welcoming,
no morning to greet me as you do.
You cover me with goose down
and warm legs around me,
cooling my long-night heat
with frozen grapes for my lips.