My Thousand Yard Stare

I would depict my consciousness As a smaller version of me Sitting behind my eyes’ lenses Observing everything they see I would depict my anxiety As a grey and monstrous storm Lying dormant in the shadows Until something upsets the norm Then with lightening in its veins And gangling long appendages It wraps up my…

Thoughts Come Knocking

Thoughts come knocking at my mind Good, bad and even suicidal That latter had been visiting more and more I tried my best not to open the door But they often broke into my home anyway Angry for not listening to what they wanted to say Tearing down everything to retaliate Leaving me wrecked and…

File Things Away

I asked him how he copes with stress He said he files things away Before he has to buckle down And get on with the rest of his day I told him my brain is quite a mess I have never known that skill I stack things up in piles at best Crowding desks and…

It’s All in Your Head

“It’s all in your head.” But of course it is, for that’s Where broken brains live SWD 05/2018 That is a stupid line I feed myself often, “it’s all in your head”. It is awful to belittle myself that way when I have the ability to be my best advocate in times of mania, depression,…