🐈‍⬛ Schizophrenia 🐈‍⬛ Poem by James McLain

Talking to themselves, unseen threads,
Weaving webs that tangle truth and lies,
A mind adrift in fractured, stormy seas,
Where loved ones cast out lifelines, but but are refused.

Through hollow eyes, they search for someone lost,
A soul entangled in a world of broken glass,
We ache to hold the pieces, make them whole,
But they refuse the balm that quiets storms.

Their world spins wild, a vortex pulling down,
We're left to tread the chaos they embrace,
Prayers fall like leaves, unheard, unanswered cries,
We beg them to return, to take the cure,
But they retreat, resist the hand we give.

And still we love, though breaking at the seams,
A battle fought in silence, heard by other's yet unseen.