He smiles
with silver strings
of dribble bombs
dangling from his chin.
Unsteady
yet determined
he tries
and tries again
unable to fail.
And endless eyes
that glisten
steady
overwhelming
love.
spring 1988
A summary of my extensive experiences in the world of mental illness, as a patient, as a parent, as a spouse, as a friend. I know it all too well. Surprisingly, it isn't always a terrible place.
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