Spiralling quickly
up as well as down
a storm contained
in the eyes of a girl
off kilter, they say
off something she thinks
off meds, off her mind,
wanting off this planet
it’s too much she screams
but only silence comes out
she listens to distant thunder
and thinks of the rain
how would her life be
without him in it
how would they all be
if she just walked away
electric flashes as each struggle
trying to maintain their own grief
she wants to walk against the wind
but invisible arms force her back
reality requires reliance
and all this forges tornadoes in her mind
angry bits flying off the handle
as the cycling winds drive her on
the meds force a slowing down
but they cannot stop the storm
can nobody see what she struggles to contain
can nobody understand it’s a daily battle
but no one does see because
nobody looks deeper than the skin
Therapy Bits 