By Bernard Demaere | Featured Contributor
Everyone must still wonder
How it all happens
Mental illness, by and by
Slowly
Unexpectedly
It creeps in on you
It is a process
Of an unloved story.
It feels weird
No one can help you
Because they donโt really know
You are the expert
If you know yourself
It is like drowning
Eternally
Losing your breath
To regain it just in time.
One minute or an hour
You are you and happy
The other
You are sad and irrational
But it is imprisoned in your thoughts
Nobody would recognize you
Or think you are the same person.
Eyebrows would be raised
In amazement
If they only knew
What is troubling you
What is troubling me?
Mental illness makes people wonder.
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Welcome to blogging, Atrija! You’re doing great. Looking forward to reading more from you. ๐
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I love to see poems talking specifically on how mental illness feels, it is assuaging. Thank you for the poem
Great poem! Succinct, powerful and compels us to wonder…
Thanks for posting!
It certainly is that ๐
Wow