Remnants of hope

It’s mostly shampoos and soaps and remnants of hopes left to crumble to dust in the hotel room. The person’s gone they’ve traveled on to glory, to a new story, to the psych ward or a place with more gloom Letters to know one Notes that will never be read From a soul living a […]

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From the Locked Psych Ward

I spent the day in a locked Psych Ward, or the “BHU” as we call it. It was loud and filled with free range clients walking, talking and visiting  with each other, or rocking in corners. Judging  people and ignoring them as nuisances is too easy. Seeing them as people who are ill and in […]

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