The Phases of My Mental Health (So Far…) by Valerie Parente
My crown,
on a daydreamed version of myself,
turned to antlers,
on a haunted version of myself,
turned to horns,
on a metaphysical version of myself,
and I,
will never be overwhelmed,
by the phases,
of my mental health.
– Valerie Parente (6-25-2021)
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These Laurels Were Not Meant To Rest by Valerie Parente
Imagine, imagine, imagine.
When the world is mundane
I give it my passion
another artistic era
to rise from the ashes.
Create, create, create.
People say I should be satisfied
but I need to formulate
an endless stream of words
from this mental landscape.
Another rhyme, another day,
another opportunity for artistic display.
These laurels were not meant to rest,
in this garden I’ll always progress,
so ever-evolving, so evergreen,
like the creativity that lives within me.
– Valerie Parente (2-26-2021)
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