The Road

   All along that dusty road.
I hear the silence, I've come to know.
   I feel so far away from home.
I'm all alone in this barrened road.
   I seek the people, I've always known.
To help me find, my way back home.
   To see the smiles, I've loved and lost.
In this big world, I'll find home.
   I find my loneliness stretch, miles and miles.
I'm choking on soot stained motel rooms.
   I can fly out of my body on ash wings.
All along that dusty road to find my love.
   On dampened, broken wings that can barely hover.
Stuck on stormy shores looking for my way.

   It's in my love's, pure brown eye's.

I find my smile in true miles.

 

I Feel The Stigma

   I realize the stigma burned into my head. A differing opinion is formed as soon as soon as these words are uttered, " Schizo-affective ". I feel a frantic need to keep mental illness a secret. I don't know about you , but I hate people that look down on you. By other's not understanding that even though I'm different in a way. I'm not any less than you. I'm also not any better either. I'm prejudiced against my own just like you are. I say this as more than likely. I'm not you! I feel awful about it. I'm trying to realize, that I'm not harmful, and others like me, are probably not harmful either. I've only met one, that I purposefully distanced myself from. Most, now this a generalization are not comfortable around others like themselves. This goes for generic population too. People can't stand to be around others to much like themselves. For to watch themselves and what they do, or can do is more than they can bear to see, hear, etc.etc. That's why the best friend's are similar, but apparently different. The same goes for others with sometimes pronounced differences. It is to much for a hardworking system to stay abreast of,  or can be. Please face the stigmatized crawling, and try to put it of mind. The mentally ill, are just people swimming upstream against a little stronger current in the same river as you. So smile, and give the person a chance. If they botch that up. Then form an opinion, that you find is fair. Not on what someone told you, or someone's else friend told them. Do that and you are becoming a little less prejudiced every single person, and day. Kudos to you! 

Mahalo.