mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted

When black and white turn to gray,
Left and right lose their way
In the drab they lose direction,
Stalled at the intersection,
There we ponder which is best.
North?
South?
East, or West?
How many tolls must we pay?
Which is best?
It’s wrong to say,
Don’t ask
Don’t tell
That’s the code,
Common law,
No king of this road
Just a queen with no where to be,
Hail her royal majesty
©B L Costello 2019

As we rode our bikes,
through the fresh air,
along the beach,
through the woods,
through the fields,
but not everything has
a happy ending.
The fresh air soon becomes humid.
The beach becomes flooded.
The woods become filled with thorns.
The fields are perfect places for tornadoes.
Not everything has a bad ending.
The fresh air makes you breathe easy.
The beach has a beautiful sunset.
The forest has a wonderful breeze.
The field makes you feel so small and free.

These words spill out of me like an overflowing cup,
My demons control me and tell me my time is up.
Hands bound I stand tall facing my last days,
But all I can see is your face in the morning haze.
I can feel you near me like winters cold touch,
And I can't help but to wonder why I love you so much.
There are a million reasons for you to leave me,
But my blind love makes it hard to see clearly.

Grow down your roots

So the wind can’t shake you

Know where you came from

Know where you’re going

-resilience

That girl sitting there
is a beautiful tragedy
her mind is an aghast
her body
is her grave
her bones
ache
while her throat is being strangled
whats wrong with her mind
cant ever be untangled.
she,
is a beautiful tragedy