Mary Champion

I would not have these mental health issues
if life was kinder to my mental health.
If school only highlights my weaknesses
and rarely tries to develop my strengths,
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Divided by the words we dare not speak,
imprisoned by the things we leave unsaid.
In fear of all the damage we might wreak,
avoiding pathways angels fear to tread.
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Sweet Mabel, may I be so bold -
compare your hair to soft spun gold.
Your sparkling eyes - cornflower blue,
complexion fresh as morning dew.
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There's a world of rejections
and faulty connections;
a world where we can't find the way.
But this world's not forever
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How bleak and barren dawns the year,
the muse migrates to warmer climes.
There's nothing moves my pen to write.
In chaos I can find no rhymes.
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‘Tis through a darkened glass that now you see
But, when your vision clears, the Truth will be
writ large in gold upon a midnight sky.
Then surely, with your dark adapted eye,
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Some see a path that winds through the trees,
some see the rocks and the storm-tossed seas,
some see the cows that graze on the lea,
some see the boats that are moored by the quay
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Why does life let you down
just as the dawn is breaking,
when hope, at last, is waking
and happiness is found?
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As it has long been written,
soon we shall abandon this moribund order
for the timeless world of Angels -
where we will find impregnable shelter
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In Autumn you will fade from green to brown,
the slightest wind will see you falling down
to lie, almost forgotten on the ground.
Trodden underfoot you'll sink below
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Sixty years on …
how the body betrays us.
Teen spirit burns as bright as ever,
but now festooned in fatty flesh;
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She opens her heart to the world
gives freely of all that she's got -
a generous sort of a girl
who's eager to share such a lot.
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Deep in the dungeon of despair,
in pain too much for me to bear,
a sound cuts through my agony -
a Voice from the dark is calling me.
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Whichever way we look the world's on fire
civilization is coming off the rails.
We see, the cruel triumph of the liar,
when might is right and only greed prevails.
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2020

Under a cloudless evening sky -
as the moon casts its wan light -
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Giant stone relics stand silent by the sea,
Their backs to the vast ocean,
unaware that, in times long forgotten,
the men who built them
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Light illusions,
like magic
seem solid.
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It was late Fall.

The disorderly wind tore through the woods,
roughly detaching leaves that pranced,
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I went for a walk in the glade today
with a wondrously willing maid today.

I'll never forget the time we spent
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Fighting against food scarcity
in these unforgiving climates,
restoring soil fertility,
improving the lives and diets
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