Disabled Mind
Natalie Hanna
Poetry
Disabled by her irrational fears,
Trapped inside her own mind.
Her hands are red, dry and bleed,
Better wash them one more time.
Trapped inside her own mind.
Her hands are red, dry and bleed,
Better wash them one more time.
Check the switches and the taps,
Wash the phone and the keys.
Inside her mind a thousand battles,
Have brought her to her knees
Mother cannot understand,
Father does not want to know,
Stupid girl.
When will these silly childish fears go?
On, off, on, off, on, off,
But she still thinks she left it on.
Afraid to leave her room,
The living in life has all now gone.
She wishes to be a child once more,
She did not worry then.
Go to sleep, escape momentarily,
Only to wake up to this Hell again.
At first, this piece of literature was just a random collection of sentences, which I then adjusted to make a poem with the second and fourth lines rhyming. Writing the poem required deep thought in finding words that could appropriately and fully explain feelings associated with reported events, a process which I found satisfying and therapeutic.
Whole Person Care – Year One
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