Poem 2: Insanity

In silence wrapped, a mind like glass,
Fragments of life, both present and past,
A trauma that whispers yet shouts so loud,
In the heart of a storm, I stand, unbowed.

Each day a canvas, some colors are bright,
Some brushstrokes are heavy, caught in the fight.
I share my emotions, they dance in the air,
Yet you hold up the shield, a stance of despair.

Why’s listening so hard when you hear my words spill?
I’m not here to strike, just to share what I feel.
But your walls stand so tall, defenses in bloom,
As I dive into depths, you retreat to a room.

It’s not an attack but a bridge that I seek,
Connection through chaos, though we both feel weak.
Yet we spiral, we stumble, in echoes we stay,
Tied to the rhythm of the same old cliché.

With every reaction, the silence grows loud,
We reach out to grasp, but our fingers are proud.
And in this surrender, we weather the storm,
Holding our truths, yet afraid to transform.

I teeter on edges, lost in my head,
Questioning shadows, are they alive or dead?
While you wear the calm, a mask painted bright,
I’m labeled “crazy,” tucked away from the light.

But who’s truly lost when clarity blooms,
In the depths of my heart, contrasting the gloom?
I’m untangling threads, as you hold tight the rope,
Yet you brand me the one, who extinguishes hope.

Tactics unfold, accusations take flight,
Each word a dagger, in the dimming twilight.
Was it help that you offered, or chains that you wield?
For the children, I wonder, what will be revealed?

So let’s strip back the layers, let heartbeats align,
In this dance of respect, let’s give truth a sign.
Together we flourish, or together we fall,
For a love built in shadows is no love at all.

Let’s break down the barriers, the walls that confine,
Let’s listen, let’s honor the stories divine.
For I’m learning each day, with a heart still ablaze,
That healing is shared in the light of our gaze.