The struggle

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

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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