My Sanity Poem by Chelsea DeVries

I
S

S
l i
p p i
n g

away
from
me.

God, take control of my overactive
mind to help win this fight,
take back what has become my involuntary
habits of confusing dilemas, pent-up anger,
blood shed thru my tears.

I'm tired of smiling and numbly walking on
day after day
leaving my voice box,
on the pillow,
never speaking what screams
inside me.

Writing gives me
the voice I wish
I had, does anyone
really read my words spoken on
paper, listened to by eyes of concern
and those that truly are my fence posts in a hurricane.

I open a drawer to the left of me, my sanity
has been found.