Outside, the snow melts
beneath
my bare feet.
The air meets my breath
and turns to fog.
"Help me!"
I shout until
the world is spinning;
I'm spinning
downwards
and I can't
stop.
I'm lifted up
onto a cloud
and I'm floating away
from this earth.
My family is carrying me
back inside
to the safety of my house,
but not carrying me
away
from the explosion
of my mind.
Mar 23, 2011
Mar 23, 2011 at 1:31 PM UTC
Outside, the snow melts
beneath
my bare feet.
The air meets my breath
and turns to fog.
"Help me!"
I shout until
the world is spinning;
I'm spinning
downwards
and I can't
stop.
I'm lifted up
onto a cloud
and I'm floating away
from this earth.
My family is carrying me
back inside
to the safety of my house,
but not carrying me
away
from the explosion
of my mind.
This is the first of the poems that I'm submitting that I've written about my mental breakdown. It was the worst thing I've ever gone through. When I'm done writing about it, I want to make an illustrated book out of them.
Comments and critiques are much appreciated!
