Stuck Inside the Eye of the Storm
I was stuck inside the eye of the storm.
No shelter nor blanket could keep me warm.
I knew not how to rescue myself from distress,
only how to keep living a life such a mess.
I was depressed and alone, I must confess.
I surrounded my mind with thoughts of pain,
then only scars on my heart did remain.
No matter the day or week I was down and out,
and I shared nothing with my soul except doubt.
I would take out pillows and in them would shout.
Medication trials for years without darn relief,
and that insecurity and shame was my thief.
I laid in bed for days without showering or food,
for I guess I just couldn’t get in a good mood.
I wore nothing in my soul except a negative attitude.
So here I am now almost ten years later in life,
I am healthy and happy being a good mom and wife.
I see how mental illness stole my sister from me,
and I definitely know it is her I do not wish to be.
I am moderately safe inside my essence so free.
The I of the Storm Contest
Maureen McGreavy
November 25, 2018
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2018
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