#4 of 2021 Mental Health Crisis
A sad poem about my mom refusing to see me as the person I am.
Not being seen, by others.
Not being seen, alone.
Not being seen, forever.
Not being seen, alone.
Not being seen, I worry.
Not being seen, I tear.
Not being seen, forever.
Not being seen, I bear.
Not being seen, it kills me.
Not being seen, refused.
Not being seen, forever.
Mother choosing child after views.
Death and I are companions rowing e're forward with sticks; Death and I are companions from the my smile to his shining white lips. From my legs, chilled to bone, soaked in cavernous lake, to my arms that are weary and sore, We row opposite...
Madness is wonderful and madness is kind; Madness is terrible, and madness is mine. Hubris or madness or lunatic high I have to stretch my wings; Madness will tell me that I can fly and that I'll be caught by these things. Madness is...
My little spark of madness, My little spark of joy, My little-bigger dragon, who knows not yet the sky. My little spark of madness, Tornado sweeping wings, She takes aloft and smiles down and then begins to sing. Her voice may not be...