Meditation

Abstract Poetry, Mental Health 1 Minute

A tree branch is scratching the house. My skin is crawling. I can hear constant pressure flowing inside my head. A continuous wave from a mild storm in August. I scratch my arm. The storm is calming but the wave won’t break. I will snap the tree branch from here. The storm is stopping. All is calm. I’ll never get out of bed again this way.  

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Published by Francis Erich McElroy

This blog is a multifaceted writing/journaling approach to recovery from mental illness and addiction. I am not a comedian but rather a rattled jewel of sarcasm encased in art. Health, humor, and love is what I seek under the umbrella of family.

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