I can’t spend 24 hours a day crying. There’s others to think about xx As Johnny Cash says There are some hits I can’t talk about. There’s not enough time to waste. Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.
Hello, you can call me Mal. When I was 6 years old, I broke my left elbow in half at school. The top half & bottom half were severed. I was sent to the Royal Children’s Hospital for 2 weeks. After 2 operations, I was placed in the ward for amputees. All night I would hear my fellows cry out for their missing arms & legs. I was put on high dose morphine & stayed on it for months. As we know, morphine, an opiate, is highly addictive & when I was eventually taken off it, the withdrawals were severe. I would walk in circles & talk to myself. At school in Grade One (now known as Year One), I had my mouth taped up for talking. Life has been hard for me. I have broken no Law. Yet for much of my life I have been persecuted. I experience what was formerly known as “Shell Shock.” I am healing, I have faith, slowly. The ‘school of hard knocks.’ Still, there are many others far worse off & I count my blessings daily. I believe in Universal Human Rights Love Compassion...