To My Hurting Mind
You
lurk in the shadows of alleyways; the seats at bus stops; the books on classroom
shelves; and the walls of my home.
You
turn my mouth dry; speed up my heartbeat; make my hands and legs tremble; hurl
the vomit over the floor; and leak the diarrhoea out into the toilet.
You
doubt my abilities by turning my stories and poems into jumbled words; laugh at
my lisp when I speak out loud; and make the car collide into the kerb when I
learn to drive.
You
force me to hide beneath the bedsheets; guilt me by saying the food I love to
eat is rotten; the novels I enjoy to read are boring; that I am wasting every
day by doing nothing; and that I do not deserve to be supported.
You
trick me to think I am hated; that strangers want to hurt me; my friends want
to leave me; that my family is ashamed of me; that I am a retard; that I should
do everyone a favour and end it all.
You
are my anxiety; my depression; my fear; my stress; my self-loathing; my guilt;
but you will never win.
My
hurting mind, I will harness you to write stories that will last forever; I will
speak poems that will dance across the page; I will meet new friends and hold
onto the ones I have; my family will always be proud; and I will do everyone a
favour and live.
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Thank you for being so honest and brave Jake
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your kind words.
DeleteSo true, great wtiting, you should be proud. Keep writing. We need you.
DeleteThank you every so much Joni.
DeleteYou hang in there. Your words are powerful and filled with strength even if you do not feel like it all the time.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Allan. Wishing you all the best.
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