The Schizophrenic Poet Poem by Mimie Durand

What seems ineffectual today
may manifest into something meaningful
tomorrow. Why me, I say, as I lie here pondering
what my life would be if I would awake knowing
what I would achieve this day.

Not knowing which identity will appear
what personality will control me
occurring spontaneously and independently
causing me to be terrified and confused.
I block out the conflict and pain, creating a mote
to leash the horror from within.

This sickness has given me the art of creativity
but it takes much more than it gives-
It has grasped my inner soul.