A festering sore

I was a festering sore in the City of Reading, PA, from 35 years ago.

I just spent 4 weeks in HELL on a psych ward there.

A year and a half ago I was left in the snow in December for five days and almost froze to death.

This time I was threatened with rape, imprisonment, and the state hospital.

The night before last I felt like the soldier in Bosnia who spent five days running through the woods in enemy territory.

Through it all I was challenged to lift off scab after scab of 40 years in the MH System with a b.s. diagnosis and pile upon pile of shit. I just got home about an hour and a half ago.

“Walls have ears, ears have walls.” That is my poem from Florida for coming home to a safe place after being on a psych ward.

Love is all.