"I wrote this poem while in hospital, and in a troubled state. At the time I couldn't see a way out, but gradually I saw improvements. I found this poem sometime later and was glad I'd kept it as it helped me to reflect on how unwell I was but also how I had recovered. "
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The doctors tell me with the best of intent
Putting the pieces together, therapy’s meant
And so I’ve began to gather the shards
A little each day, happier I look
“This is the glue” they gently affirm
That binds all the pieces, now write your own book.
I understand, and write a little each day
But the cracks in the pane spread, causing dismay!
Threatening to be the one who changes the cracks
Simply repaired, to a shattered pane
Shattered glass everywhere, you’ll try to fix
Too broken to use, too broken to fix
All you’ll see is the glass not me!