I'm all alone, but I'm not.
I love myself, emotional pain forgot.
I smile in my soul, not tied up in knots.
I look around me, I get the hots.
I'm all alone, it's what I desire.
I'm responsible, my own Town Crier
I've got charisma, I can light your fire.
Listen to me and you'll escape your mire.
I'm all alone; it's the way it is.
I lock the door and do the biz.
My mind is full of clarity, never in a fizz.
I've got compassion, I've got a lot to give.
I'm all alone without hope.
I've got life experience, so I can cope.
I smile inside, I try not to mope.
My soul is clean and I don't use soap.
A terrifically optimistic poem from Jules, we're sure you'll agree. Do you use poetry to help you with your own mental health? We'd love to share them if you do.