The Recovery (A Poem About Mental Illness And It's Consequences) Poem by Amy Denehy Kapost

Alas the time has spoken still
Let it last as forever will
Holding on to what could be
Now that I have broken free

Suddenly it dawns on me
I'm not quite what I used to be
They call this 'recovery? '
I hang my head down shamefully

Awoken so abruptly
To find that I've lost everything
Doomed with the epitomy
Of lonliness and misery

I long for my insanity
To lose touch with reality
This way I won't have to see
The worthless waste thats become of me

I plead to God, but he can't hear me
I don't know, that's just my guess
I'm not acknowledged by society
They barely even notice me

I was once the strong one
Withstanding almost anything
Most likely to succeed
Well, my ladder my have broke on me

Everything that I've achieved
Means nothing anymore to me
Reminds me of what I can't be
Nothing has become of me

But all that is quite trivial
I don't care, Take it all!
But please don't take their love from me
My children are my everything

Drifting further away from me
Physically and emotionally
How can I be their Mommy
When they hardly ever see me