Mental Health
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Poem – The Gifted Curse
It was said I was gifted, That life would be my thrill to chase, Possibilities would surround me, And I might change the course of the human race. But no thrills came my way, And I started to struggle, With doing what’s normal, With feeling okay.… Continue reading
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Poem – Ambient Tempest
A storm is raging outside, Heavy clouds block the sun. I watch the rain hurry down, Tears in my eyes, as I come undone. I stare blankly out the window, While thoughts strike like lightning. My brain tries to comprehend, Thundering emotions without end. The outside… Continue reading
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Poem – Cosmic Grace
As the stars greet us once more In the cold night sky, I wonder what they think Of our lives passing by. Perhaps they mock us For things like traffic’s strife, And working 9 to 5, Hardly living a radiant life. Then I contemplate If the… Continue reading
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Poem – Dissociating Thoughts
Meet me at the park, I’ve been here dissociating. Started staring at the sky, And time must have passed me by. Think I lost my thoughts, As it all became a little too much. Not just the people walking by, But also that struggle again, With… Continue reading
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Poem – My Book of Little White Lies
I don’t wear my feelings on my face,Hiding them is easier,Leaving my truth somewhat erased.It’s just less effort to notDelve into my twisted ways. I keep a bookOf little white lies,Pretending that I’m fine,A soothing story to hideMy silent battle cries. The truth would scare youIf… Continue reading
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Poem – Sleepless Echoes
I forget how to be tired As the sun goes down My brain gets too crowded Can’t turn off my mind Continue reading
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Abstract Painting – The Grasping Hand of Anxiety
Quite proud of how this painting turned out. This piece was created when I was feeling anxious and struggling with an endless fight-or-flight response. In the hopes of countering this effect a little, I decided to translate my feelings into this artwork. Some of the paint… Continue reading
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Poem – My Slow Decay
Fake it till you make it, The pinnacle of adulthood, My brain should not need convincing, That being alive is good. Continue reading
James Gale 