A Precipice of the Mind

Pat Fitzgerald

Have you ever entered days where you feel like you are left to stand on a precipice, with company and yet alone. Alone in thoughts that sweep you away into a universe that almost seeks to wrap you into the pleasures that life can bring. Not the pleasures that most would think of, but the pleasures found hidden amongst the treasures of this world. Birds of the air that sing their song unaware of your dimema that takes you to that point.

Or young lambs that bounce about in relative safety in the midday sun.Such are the thoughts that have resulted in todays poem. What begun its time as a struggle for level grounding in mental health, resulted in a poem that I hope finds interest in others. Or in the least it finds a little entertainment whilst reading this post.

I do hope that this post finds you in…

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