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Mar 2022
Poetry can hand me
a hand rail for the steps down,
can steady me for the unexplored depths.

Poetry can hand me confidence
that I am not alone
that there are words
gifting markers of hope
leading me back to the surface
should I choose it.
Mental health has its ups and downs.  Hand rails help.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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