You rattled my cage
made me become enraged,
wounded and hurt me to my core,
making me want to fight even more.
Your words of stigma sting
with every shocking fling,
of your mocking words and songs
full of cruelty, shame and wrongs.
You need to stifle your stigma,
stifle the trifle,
stifle your rifle,
that shoots out word bullets
that hurt, wound, injure and impair
mental illness healing, recovery and care.
My fight to stop mental illness stigma will not stifle,
until we all embrace the stigma and pain-free kind of rifle,
that shoots out word bullets of love, understanding, compassion, unity and peace.
Stop the stigma. Start the conversation and spread wisdom and harmony, piece by piece.
~written by Susan Walz
“There is no shame in falling down, but there is pride in getting back up.” ~unknown
I love that quote…
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