Apples (God Knows Where I Am)

 

“Dear, God, please save me, I’m trying, but I don’t know what to do.” from documentary God Knows Where I Am.

 

As promised, my second poetic reflection after watching the documentary God Knows Where I Am- about the life of Linda Bishop. The documentary offers much to consider on the subjects of homelessness, mental health care, mental illness and our current healthcare system. I am not strong in these kinds of debates and discussions. But what I do offer is here in this small poem.

You can see the first poem, called What Matters Not HERE.

I have included the trailer for the movie below. Please take a moment and watch it. For more information go to God Knows Where I Am website.

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What Matters Not

Credit: Wider Film Projects

 

What Matters Not

Whatever happens in life
I am a stone by the river

The water flows regardless
and I am unmoved.

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I Know Why

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When our hearts and minds cannot wrap around reality, poetry allows a pathway to find the way through to a broader place. A place where words, feelings, imagery and meaning intermingle acting as hope, healing balm, and help to the soul’s cry for understanding.

I believe poetry, music, and all creative endeavors- painting, drawing, sculpting allow for this possibility. Poetry just happens to be my pathway.

This one is for sharing… for those who have endured the dark night of the soul’s struggle, and for those who have loved ones who have succumbed to it in its various forms.

May Love hold us close. Let this poem speak to you, whatever it will.
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The Walking Wounded: On Leprosy and Checking Your Attitude Toward Mental Health

photo credit: chamko rani via photopin cc

photo credit: chamko rani via photopin cc

 

 ” When I taught in public schools I frequently developed opinions about why “challenging children” behaved poorly. More often than not I blamed their parents. I held the self-righteous  notion that I worked hard to raise happy, well- rounded children and that if other parents took their responsibilities seriously and parented effectively, their children would be fine. Boy was I getting mine, living  with a mentally ill teen, spending lots of time in the psychiatrist’s waiting room, and thoroughly researching the topic chipped away at my arrogance and ignorance.

I began to change.”  ~Kate McLaughlin

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