Had a rope
Ready to sway
Stood and stared
Come what may
–
Chance encounter
Sign from above
Nothingness only
Felt no love
–
Stood on a stool
Ready to fly
When on my shoulder
Angel butterfly
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Tag: mental illness
Misery has been
Such good company
The devil on my shoulder
Begging me to give in
We dance barefoot to a waltz
On a floor of glass and nails
Living with misery
We are now one
Heroine addicts
Looking at the girl
With razor carvings
Blanketing her arms and legs
–
They turn away from her
“She doesn’t have a real problem”
–
As in life she’s unaccepted
In this world of recovery
–
Walking away
She gives in to
No longer belonging in this world
–
Desperately searching
To find the end
–
The end of her pain
–
A girl in-need of help
Never found it
–
Even in a place
Where all can be helped
Floating toward you
Your gentle hands
Cradle my soul
Floating toward you
Your gentle hands
Cradle my soul
It wasn’t after
You destroyed our home
It wasn’t after
Your constant berating
It wasn’t after
You put your hand through the wall
It wasn’t after
I swallowed those pills
–
It wasn’t when
You called the ambulance
It wasn’t when
I was revived
It was when
You finally left
–
It was when
I finally had a moment to think,
About myself
–
It was when
I realized
I could be happy
–
Without you…
Where do you go when
Your mind is racing
Your thoughts are
Taking you to unfamiliar places.
–
Do you travel to
Distant places where
Reality doesn’t exist
Time and space are a myth
Or does your heart
Pulse with love,
And the once quiet yearning
Finally breaks loose
Does the anger
The sad regret
Seep from your pores
Allowing you to mourn
Where do you go
When you need
To be free…
Look
Leap
Look before you leap
Leap before you look
Stop
Reach out
Reach in
Deep within
Let them in
Keep them out
Have a heart
Heart on your sleeve
A cold heart
A lonely heart
Safe unbroken heart
Love
Love and get hurt
Hurt before you get loved
No love, no hurt
Alone
“Your body is a wonderland,” he says.
My body is a wasteland. He has not endeavored through the recesses of my mind. That is the true wonderland.
“Be forewarned,” I say. “Once you have traveled there, you will emerge much like the Hatter.”
There are so many of them.
Not schizophrenic,
Internal diversity.
Full of opinions,
Full of shit perhaps.
Sifting through
The baggage
The positive and negative
Words spoken
True or false
Compiling self,
Deleting self loathing
Building character
Finding a Voice
Speaking out loud…
BW©️
B.A. Wilcox © 