Thursday, September 28, 2006
Lost
the soft down pillow is drenched with sweat and matted hair
Confused
the eyes half sealed shut with salted tears and the sand of dreams
Dazed
the muscles ache and strain to move
Fatigued
the sun burns through the window shades and pierces her brain
Clouded
trembles of a nightmare barely forgotten run up her spine
Adrift
magenta butterflies and coral fish dance to a hypnotic rhythm
Tormented
mists shroud the landscape of the room
Jaded
the knees buckle to the unexpected weight of her body
Desolate
her head cracks the floor with a dull . . . t h u m p
Mystified
a never ending barrage of questions stream through her consciousness
Chaotic
colliding with bricks and shattering into oblivion
Restless
the world taunts her with suggestions and little round pills
Blurred
feel better
Unhinged
see clearer
Dejected
what do . . . t h e y . . . know
Placid
she drags herself up and heads for the sink
Serene
wash away life
Numb
and continue….
Wandering through the mists of Deliriums corridors,
it is easy to get lost.
Desire tempts you to open doorways to dream or despair,
and sometimes,
even destruction and death.
We continuously wander ,
searching for something.
Not quite knowing what it is,
or how to achieve it.
Is it Love, Compassion,
a sense of purpose or belonging ?
Or is it a sanity we’ve been told exists in some other person’s mind…
We keep wandering
hoping to one day clear the mist…
if only we could all survive the journey…
Mental illness, no matter if it is a mild form of depression or something much more severe is no laughing matter. It affects almost everyone at some point in their lives, either directly or though a loved one. Sometimes it is something we are born with or develop in life. Other times it is brought about by stress or traumatic events in our lives.
Whatever the cause, people have to learn to listen and show a bit of compassion. Life is not an easy road at times and the more we can help then better we will all be.
Peace , love and enjoy a Jones ~ william