Slicing my wrists with a plastic knife didn’t work…
— Read on deucecoupe.wordpress.com/2020/11/20/turning-blue-by/
I spent some time working in psychiatric hospitals during my early years as a therapist. This poem was based on some of my experiences.
Crow On The Wire 
A sobering poem.
very much. 🙏🏻☮️
You’re welcome, Mark.
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SPECIAL INSIGHT FROM A PARTICULARLY HARD PLACE! MY DAD WAS A CHAPLAIN IN ONE!
He must have seen and heard the depths of despair.
YES…AND BROUGHT HOPE IN A WAY THAT BOTH PATIENTS AND STAFF COULD UNDERSTAND AND GRAB HOLD OF! 😀
Wonderful work, Jonathan. 🙏🏻
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Have a happy and a safe holiday season. ☮️
This is deep. 🖤
Thanks. 🙂