My Space by Jo Childs

 

 

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With Good Mental Health I have MY SPACE:

 

 

My Space

One day I stopped

And stared into space

It was then that I saw, for the first time –

My face.

 

My face as it was, not as it were

The face that had been, always, before

 

The face that was really, the part of myself

That I had neglected,

Dust, on the shelf.

 

That space, all at once, something bigger than me

A river of silence, became…

Boundless sea.

 

I have nowhere to go in this space, that is mine

It is simply just there. No homage to time.

 

No pushing, no shoving, no splashing in vain

A space that invites me, again and again…

 

To stop

Stand still

Be silent

And free.

 

Where there’s nothing to do, just someone –

To be.

 

Jojo Childs