In Recovery... Poem by Akua Achampong

The wiring of my brain
Not compatible with that of my heart,
And i don't know where to begin,
Where did it go wrong...where do i start

But the shooting pain in my head
connects with that in my chest,
And i need it to stop please, Lord knows i need the rest.

I'm fighting a battle that i know i can't win
And now my blinkers are off everything appears dim.

Not worthy of being loved or accepted,
I take comfort in being alienated and rejected.

Now tears begin to burn my face
And i realise i need some safety, a warm place

Because yes sergeant i have been wounded
And it's far deeper than what i first thought
So although i didn't win the battle i still fought

But i'll hobble along like the aching doest bother me
And although it doesn't and i am happy
I am fully aware that i'm still in recovery.