Be,
Don't try,

Let thoughts flow,
Don't think.

Move,
Don't operate,

Unsee the unexpected,
Don't anticipate.

BE.

Skin heating up
Body burning
The pain is hard to endure
But you need the money
So you work
And keep your mouth shut

Your lips turned blue
The freezer too cold
Your shivers are violent
But you have to get it done
You have other stuff to do

People are upset
You frantically try to help
Help them, then back to work
But they make it difficult
So you call your manager
To ensure their needs are met

Your boss is angry
And takes it out on you
Why? You ask, but you don't know
You only do your job
So you can pay your bills
Because your living a life that just isn't free

Work all day
And work all night
Your tired
And you ache
But you have bills
So you'll do the work for the pay

Writer’s block
But I can’t seem to stop
My thoughts are pungent
Hid within my dungeon
Soul seekers beware
My thoughts could scare
They could take you in
And make you binge
On ideas that are dark
Or maybe light a spark
Thoughts of three
I wish I were free
It’s the worst of times
Their minds never collide
Constant background noise
Can’t seem to hold my poise
My thoughts are violent
Though my words silent

I am better now.

One may argue
that this is simply code for “I am waiting for the next relapse”
but that isn’t true.

The future is right here
in my hands. The future is arriving,
and in this moment I have regained control of it,
and of the wonderful thing that is myself,
and my mind,
and my heart,
and my body.

And this, to me, means that there is hope,
and it exists,
and it is real,
and no matter how faintly—
*I can feel it.

Throw away all my sorrows and mourning,
In to the thick darkness of the night,
Claim back the long lost smile,
Back into my face at early dawn,

I've been in this custody for years,
Break the walls and enter my heart.
Untie the chains,
Hold my hand and let me out.

Release my soul held deep within...
I'm ready now;
Take my hand,
And let love begin

Fresh peace paved onto the steeple of your memories
In the church of your lost belongings
I tasted scripture
But I need a stronger drink than God

That's me in the middle
In the middle of the world
Just as everyone else
Is in the centre of their's
And we'll never meet
Or even live in the same climate
A thousand miles to west or east
And yet
By the grace of various miracles
Your words may move me
And hopefully, mine will move you
To defy distance and differences

                                                    By Phil Roberts