It is very dark, just a speck of grit
in the corner of your eye.
Sometimes you see angels,
they dazzle, have stars
in their hair
and you are feather light.
Where, where does this darkness live?
What damage was done?
But when you laugh
I want to juggle with stars.
© Maureen Weldon
Catastrophic failings in schizophrenia care revealed
Maureen Weldon, Was a professional ballet dancer, she now writes poetry, it is not a hobby the work is too hard.
