entry picture

We can all be sectioned, our freedom removed by a couple of signatures,

And you're put away. Gone. If you do the unexpacted, be careful, 

Choose your moment. Nobody comes into your life and nothing happens

By mere coincidence. Trust your own instincts

But be careful,  remember:

There's an absence that appals:
closed doors, night sweats,

White walls.

It is the thing we first forget
which will eventually beget
this cringeing in the night
this too-familiar fright.

Or is it just the neurons as they play,
at hide and seek, all night, all day
which make us stare forever
at that place that's out of reach,

alone, bereft of speech?

Or is the child within us still crying
in the dark
and reaching out and missing
his mother's lonely heart?


◄ Love the one you're with

Ripple ►


Profile image

Mae Foreman

Fri 15th Mar 2019 16:21

I'm in pain and of course always nauseous as I read. The white walls, the speech impediment, the sweaty nights...everything. You couldn't have painted a more accurate picture. 🎈Hang in there!

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message