Where would I be if not with you
Where would I be if not with you
in your tiny hand among the Irish yew.
For I was not me, but a wandering daze
away from...
It’s okay not to be okay…
But what if your 'mental illness' is of the destructive type.
The type that demands to be seen as it rips through all that squeezes...
Rusty Coil
Night is still the air is dry
There is beauty in the dead silence,
Unaware in the copper sand
I am prey to your violence,
Slithering around taste...
Fragile Friend
Fragile Friend by Marie E. Kelly from the Mad in Ireland Poetry Collection
Artwork 1
I keep digging, But just getting deeper, I keep climbing, But the mountain gets steeper, And I question myself, Every single day