“The Window: Repaired”

I wrote this poem some time ago (note the copyright date!)  but wanted to post it here to re-share it with all of you. I wrote it when a family member of mine was going through a difficult time with mental illness (it is written from their point of view, or at least my interpretation of their point of view). All is well with them now, so hopefully this will inspire or bring comfort to anyone out there going through similar circumstances.

The Window: Repaired

My life is a
Bottomless Pit of
Wonder.

This
Disease is a
Labor,
Full of
Addicts and
Nausea.

My Body reels as
The Vortex smiles,
Offering a
Kaleidoscope
Whirlwind and
Visions of
Van Gogh.

My Confusion is my
Folly,
Electric and
Noisy,
My Judge,
My Jury,
My Executioner.

I am
Orbited by
Pills,
Day and
Sleepless Night,
Little
Pink and Green
Satellites,
Offering comfort in
Their
Chemical Bliss.

The
People
Crowd me,
I Twitch with
Agitation.

The Window:
Shattered.

A million pieces.

The Window:
Repaired.

A view of the world through
A spider’s web.

© Jamy Sweet 1998-03-22

<:o)

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3 thoughts on ““The Window: Repaired”

  1. “Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

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