A Mental Health Limerick My pillow caresses my face, comforter and body embrace. Snug solace for my soul from depression’s black hole when life and I need our own space. Copyright © 2018 Alicia T-Rust. All rights reserved.
Blank Verse Redeeming oneself seems to be fiction. Personal history lingers and creeps for the nonce into the mind’s daily thoughts. Pretending your transgressions don’t endure, they are the shadows lurking behind you. Mild words or images trigger the past, pervading your life with unending pain, slinging sordid sins back to the present. There is… Read More Shadow of Sin
The Face of Mental Illness My face, calm and expressionless. My eyes, focused sternly on nothing.