Out Inside



I must be outside to see myself inside looking out.

In a place that’s safe for me and everyone else.

Three squares a day.  No bills to pay.

An array of medicine given three times a day

to filter what I think, do and say.

Meals planned by a dietician with each food group observed.

Pack it all away, return the tray.

Day after day nothing much changes…

“This is your last day, you can go home now.”

Had to survive being in before coming out.



© David Girard 20/04/15

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