Welp. Had a psychotic break again.
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If you follow me on Facebook, I let you know as much details needed. The good news is, I’m home now and enjoying being in touch with the spirits of the home, as Jung encourages us to do soon after separation.
Here’s some poems I crafted during my descent from psychosis. Please critique in the Comments section. Love you all.
I am. My Own. Percussion. Instrument!
A skeleton woman
does not need music.
She needs laughter.
Then,
Music.
I you miss pianos,
look for Dragonflies.
The sound
of a piano’s keys
is like
playing a beat in my heart,
wishing
it was a piano.
3.28-29.2017
Ivonne Simeon
Inanna
White Lotus
White Feather
Mother of Dance
2017
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