No barrier can hide
The bursting desire
Which outshines the meek and mild
The bursting desire
Which outshines the meek and mild
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She’s given medication
On grounds of mental health; Void of rights In a civilised world. Being stigmatised By professionals Who only believe In pills; By family Who only believe in professionals; But she thinks differently, There are other ways That can help her Like support from whanau Art Education Flexibility New methods Moving on. She’s determined to Change things around her, Yes! Till the last breath!  Metal bands busily churning,
Announce the arrival of yellow orchids. I can hear the joy, I can see the beauty, I can sense life, All sustained by Nature. a miracle is on its way
the world will be a wondrous place there will be no short of happiness no short of love and peace my suffering of mental health is peanuts when compared with what the world can offer me Accepting is believing
Forgetting is removing Following is tracking Living within margin is always already lacking Confused
Situation seemed at a dead end Not giving up Just at the right moment A door opens Clarity emerges At an instant I can see the turning point I am complete I am charged with power to succeed I loved dwelling in the past
I remember when I was ten… I did that in my twenties What a year that was As if I don’t enjoy my present Or look into the future Things have changed I treasure my present I look forward to the future I love moment by moment Memories are good in some ways But what’s now And the days to come Are more important than pondering in the past https://www.boosted.org.nz/projects/reach-out-the-musical We strolled along the promenade
The sun was warm We joked I chanted A puppy ran straight towards me Touched me with her paws My day is perfect Please support! https://www.boosted.org.nz/projects/reach-out-the-musical Waiting for it to come
Anxiety overtakes me I feel sick this moment Waiting for it to come Will it come? Will it ever come? I heave and I sigh Waiting for it to come Music does not help Reading can’t take my mind off Dancing… Mmmmm there must be something that helps I choose to write it down To express what’s bothering me Now, there now, I feel better When I put my troubles in a poem i can hear your stamping feet
coming from the room upstairs i listen to them imagining that you’re in a fury your angry eyes your trembling body i do not know why but i see you like i see myself when i lose my temper |
AuthorI started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life. Categories |
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