I’ve written a bit of poetry about some of these health topics including, my autism, ADHD, being morbidly obese, birth control and mental health. Today I want to share with you my work on mental health specifically. Follow THIS LINK to my page on mental health.
Semicolon There’s a semicolon that now lives in my skin Giving away part of the story of where I’ve been And the truth that my statement almost came to an end The story of my life, my tragedy and pain Countless new nightmares, as each new day began I found myself exhausted from continually reacting In a life of constant crisis, thought my name could be redacted That a mistake like me Unseen Unbelieved Smothered dreams Should leave And stop burdening The world that bore me And worse than that, my kids were not safe With the person who shared our home, shared our space And I thought that if I died, they would get out of that place So I embraced Death The darkness A deliverance that harkened To my depths of desperation Craving the loss of all sensation Time stopped And everything spiraled beyond my control In shock But just enough time for the light to take hold I’m not Going back to toxicity draining my soul I’ve got To break the machine keeping my life on hold As I almost died, a resolve was born We still had to make it out, but my children shouldn’t mourn Because my skin was torn And my spirit worn In that moment, I still died The person I was before unrecognizable behind A façade that kept me alive Until I could shed it, and live my life So now in black ink that lives in my skin A semicolon speaks of when my light turned dim There could have been a period in the statement of my life It could have been the end, I know I almost died But instead of ending, my story carried on More words followed after and my life became a song
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