So
"Your only obligation in any lifetime
is to be true to yourself."
- -The Messiah’s Handbook
Look at what I see
The box that has captured me
That's where I can breathe.
It had seemed so tight
Just endless demons to fight
Never ending night
I ranted in vain
I spewed hatred and placed blame
Felt myself restrained
I KNEW it was locked
KNEW what they'd say if I talked
KNEW that I was blocked
But
Strength in anger fails
Only so long can you rail
Till your body flails.
In exhaustion I
Fell back with an anguished cry
KNEW that I would die.
Naught there did hold me
A thought occurs suddenly
How big actually
Is this little room?
I think there's light within the gloom
A tiny thought looms
How did I get in?
Did they push me to this bin?
Inside my mind spins
No.
I created it
When I KNEW I couldn't fit
The me they wanted.
Oh it's hard to break
The things we've spent time to make
But it's a mistake
To let them stand strong
Holding us within the throng
I need to belong
As me.
There were things out there:
“We want to see more purple”
She said as I stared.
“Please don't stop talking,
Asking difficult questions
In Bible study.”
“We love when you sing.
You should Cantor more often.
You are a blessing.”
“Keep talking to me
I mean it, it's one of the
Best parts of my day.”
“I so love your hugs.”
“Let's work on the video
While they are sleeping.”
“For Valentine's day?
You planted me sunflowers?
I love love love them!”
“I play it often
And I always think of you”
So Imagine Me
“I have prayed for you
Every time I take a break.”
“I know you'll be ok.”
“So continue to
Work out your salvation through
Fear and trembling…”
“How many hours?”
“13. You just want me to
Give myself one more.”
“Now you're catching on,
And you know you'll do it too.”
“I hate you.” “I know.”
“I hate when you go.”
“I miss you already too.”
“Driving away sucks.”
“Let me demonstrate.”
The book slammed onto the floor.
“That's how you drop it.”
“You can’t be lost if
You don't care where you’re going.
Cemetery visit?”
“Thirty-eight, so young.
No one should die that early.”
“Yeah? You’re thirty-eight.”
You can't trust your emotions.
Your perception is wrong.
You could never let me down.
You can do it.
I believe in you.
We too know how mental illness feels.
You are stronger than you think.
No Matter What.
You are not alone.
Yes.
Yes.
The box is bigger than you know? The box is where you can breathe?
No.
Because the box isn't there.
Everything In Your Book May be Wrong.
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