From James Breckenridge. I don’t know why but the Universe seemed to feel this was the time to share this.

Shelly’s Poem

More as a joke

by Shelly H.

Why do we hurt?
Why don’t we care?
It’s all in how we treat
each other and we treat
each other unfair

We steal, lie and get
angry with each other;
And yet we tell ourselves
how we are all sisters
and brothers.

I know this to be so untrue
because of how easy it is
to steal, lie and get angry
then to play that we
are human too

We are not people;
We are not even good folk;
We are nothing but idiots
and fools, but mostly I See
us more as a Joke.

I’ve come a long way
And how I know this
Is by what it is I am
Doing differently today.

My world as I see it is
coming to an end or
it’s already there but I’m
still going on with taking each
day as they come

And I still feel good about that
I’m still functioning; I’m disappointed
in the world around me
but I’m grateful for my own.
Thank you for your time

Shelly is among those I first met when mental illness cast me homeless onto the streets of Abbotsford.

Most look at Shelly and see a stereotype.

I look at Shelly and this poem is what I see.


There are three classes of people: those who see, those who see when they are shown, those who do not see. – Leonardo da Vinci

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