There is no perfection, only life. – Milan Kundera
Poetry about mental health
Avow By: Francesca Seopa Proceed on fourth, dare down below, Rise to the flag of hearts it glow. When each shall fall but not concede Their greatest shame the soul shall bleed. If gone to meet that certain fate. Dare not sway the ilk would hate. Contest and stand against the might, [...]
Depression And The World Of Stone By: Francesca Seopa Follow me, Oh dear friend, Through this ochre world. A world where no man's heart Beats for others. A world where no blood will warm your bodies; And has the personality of winter. A world where no patience exists, And promises aren't for keeping. [...]
Silent Dawn After Trauma By: Francesca Seopa Silent dawn of slow advance, Thread the world with gifted lance. Beckon to hold the life in grasp, To feel the rays and darkness rasp. Cold turn warm the seed to grow, Showered rain of droplets to show. And life anew to begin and cycle, Of [...]
Seeking Providence By: Francesca Seopa How many wars must we wage, before we realize that borders are made by men, not gods? How many houses must burn, before we learn that peace is made by words not weapons? How many children must die, before we discover that the highest religion is that of humanity? How [...]
Losing Hopes To Despair: Thus Passes A Lifetime by: Francesca Seopa There's a battle being fought behind the curtain An enemy awaits me, on that I'm certain There are blows being thrown where I'm out of sight But my armour awaits the evil that lurks with night Cuddled in my manner of ancient darkness Puzzled [...]
This post was originally posted on The bipolar Writer Blog - A Mental Health Blog (Bipolarwriter.blog) . Heaven Knows I meant Well: By: Francesca Seopa Heaven knows i meant well My fiction was less of a fairy-tale for me to sell Heaven truly knows i meant well My truth sounded more like a lie to [...]
I Meant Well By : Francesca Seopa Heaven knows I meant well, Truth is what I speak, Love is what I seek, Honesty is what humanity leaks. My body and soul have a longing, To feel like I belong. Oh, how I longed and prayed for rest. This safe haven has placed all [...]
