Be Kind Poem by Lynn Anne Brown

The only thing I ever really feared was going Mad
Losing that part of me I called myself
My Elf
I had seen it happen
I'd nursed my mother through hers
And Well, it wasn't something, that
was not fun.
I was too small for it.
And it often over powered me.
And when my brother died
April 24th,1973
I was left to do it by myself
To cope with this netherworld
Between hope and reality
And Somehow
With the help
I often
Didn't understand
Yet trusted all the same
I learned how stumble
Though Insanity
It's what happens
When the Treeborn break
Some part of us goes missing
Until a God* comes along
And helps to make things better
Asking only that you do the same
When e'er you can
And somehow
It got me through
Damaged yes,
Deeply Scarred
And Often Hurting
I was a wounded Healer
Someone who wanted
To learn how to fix it
To help make it better
To find a place where I might heal
Where I might find my kin again
Because little did I know
That I had gone Mad
That I'd taken all I could
Without that route to Sanity
That some Condemn as Fantasy
But I consider making room
For a new reality
I Joined Parc
Parkdale Activity and Recreation Center
A Place that welcomed all the wounded
To Uphold the Motto of the Place
Be Kind it said and we did our Very Best