Hello, My Name is: Grief

I don’t want to shower I don’t want to eat I want to wither away Like a leaf on an autumn tree I’ll descend from my branch A slow cascade to the land of the forgotten : A pile of …

Free from Prison

This is the poem I wrote in memory of my sister Kirsten, but I hope it touches the hearts of all those who have had to carry the burden of mental illness or suffered the loss of a loved one …