O Mother, every length that I walk
is an ode to your strength, like a silent rock
And, if they think, they can, me, mock
It will be their path to prison, so locked!
I have no moorings at the dock
but my vessels are very well stocked
Mother, I believe in every apparent hope you stir within me
My bravey well fits with your gallantry!
Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms. View more posts
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