Another poem for you all after you seemed to like the last one. There are a couple of reasons for posting it now. One, I’m having a rubbish week and I can’t seem to finish any of the five drafted posts I’ve got on the go, so I’m falling back on something I wrote before. Two, said rubbish week is exactly what I’m talking about in this poem. Mental health is hard enough to talk about, but the times it really needs to be out there are these times, when it’s actually got you in its grip, even though that’s the time it’s hardest to write about it.
Hopefully it’ll be back to ranting and pontificating as usual soon – until then, I hope you all like it.