Saturday, October 15, 2016

Help is What We Deserve (and Need)

maybe it's all just a figment of my imagination,
maybe it's all created as a dramatic distraction,
maybe it's not even real
and I'm chasing my own ghosts,

but what if it is there;
what if it's not a figment,
not a creation for distraction,
what if these ghosts are more than mist,
what if these monsters are real -

I've named them, given them space,
don't make them pay rent but I carry on
anyway.

hellish children are these,
their names vile and putrid in my mouth,
born of the sickness from my brain,
my spawn; anxiety and depression.
a bad infomercial on how to deal with despicable
children, the question:
how do I get better - how do I win against my own demons
that claw and rake and twist
my mind?

The remedy is
here for the taking,
every person is able to
receive it, all we have to do is
accept the help and
push the little mind-killer fear away and
yearn for release.


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