Moved by the pain I see and feel, Searching for reasons why this might be. Big Boys don’t cry, and nice girls don’t HIT… not first, not with

When hope is gone what is left? Broken images from the past,

Never walked the path that smells like ash, mildew and fertile earth, Never seen the field with the baby trees,

What do you see, nurses, what do you see, What are you thinking when you look at me, A crabbit old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit

Poem - the bio-medical model narrative of diagnosing, labelling, medicating and pathologizing