I bought blankets and some camp chairs,
for those picnics and adventures,
once I’d squared away my demons,
and I’d got back on my feet.
But the demons showed no quarter,
I got pinned down fighting windmills,
and the blankets and the camp chairs,
never saw the light of day.
Now the blankets and the camp chairs,
are a symbol of my failure,
but I’ll keep them there regardless,
till I find a way to heal.