What do you believe about me?
or have you ceased to
believe?
we have come to a
Place of Calm
to stand in a Forest while I tell a Circular Story
I promise to be there
when you need me
I promise to make
Life Better
I promise to impress
I promise we are a
Family
I swear it by my
Belly
I tell you I am
Terrified
but I am a Warrior
Bright
and this a Worthy
Fight
My Lace is Defiance and Acceptance
Let's step through a
Door
You know this is the
Matrix
my Friend
I made this Picture
for you
did I not?
Photo taken by jody franklin with Paints by AC

1 comment:
the saddest thing about mental illness is the fact that it reduces the ability of suffers to recognize the symptoms in themselves
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