Mary Champion Poems

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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