👁️ Trans Diagnostic Construct 👁️ Poem by James McLain

A single thread, frayed by the wind,
Woven from sorrow, soaked in rain,
Trauma, a shadow that won't rescind,
A silent ache, a voiceless pain.

In fractured glass, I see the sky,
Its jagged edge cuts through my eyes,
And though I reach, though I may try,
The light I feel slips far away.

Madness sings in cryptic tone,
A hymn of loss, a cry of dust,
It pulls me close, I'm not alone—
But even in this, I cannot trust.

For who am I beneath the weight
Of labels, wounds, the mind's despair?
A body rocked, an altered state,
A voice that trembles, I am here.

Yet still I search, though I am torn—
For truth in chaos, to be reborn.