Mental health Tazmin Pye Call Among Us – A Poem A frantic mind, a scattered heart. Can piece and crumble and come apart. It is not hate, it is not pain, it is true love an overwhelming aim – to please the world and get a life that we cannot touch, without depart. She screams, she wails, she bellows a call – she does not see she is causing her own fall. We find peace in silence a true retreat sit back and relax – life is at your feet. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... From The Happy Head, To You Post navigation You Are Entitled To Any EmotionForever, Or Not – A Poem About Author Tazmin Pye Related Posts You Are More Than A Mental Illness – Mental Health Awareness Week Tazmin Pye May 15, 2018 Me, You and Anxiety Sitting In a Room Tazmin Pye May 09, 2018 We Seek More, Than Settling (And We Shouldn’t Be Judged for That) Tazmin Pye May 08, 2018 Leave a Comment Cancel reply Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.