Sharlotte Newan Poet Rhyme

Mental Health

Mental Health
When I read these words
I see me.
My life
My father
My family
It seems to
run deep.
It feels like we was
walking in tall grass.
We did not know 
how long the episodes
would last.
It started with dad
as a child we did not
Know why sometimes 
he was sad.
Manic 
It set us all in a panic. 
In the 1960s 
no one explained. 
Until we five children 
inherent Manic.
Now we finally 
know what it means. 
Unlike our father
with the right medicines
and the right doctor.
We don't feel invisible 
We feel seen...

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