An Illness Unseen

The world around so quick to judge
They look but they don't see
No inkling what goes on inside
a mind in utter turmoil
If only you could find that switch  
And turn it off for just a while 
And for a time your mind be still
Quietening demons who never sleep
Inside your head they do not cease
With vivid dreams and nightmares 
Playing deep inside your mind 
For not until the day you die
Such peace and calm you'll reap
And as your soul begins to soar
As slowly 
As gently 
   you open up your eyes
No one there to judge you now
Demons gone forever
Love surrounds like a comforting shawl
In a beautiful place where
I pray you are now
So calm
So serene 
Suffering no more
                                       from an illness unseen~~~

Written 16th October 2021
so little understood about mental illness ~ an illness unseen...

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Hawkins Avatar
October 17, 2021 at 4:07 PM
Many do not want to see this cruel illness.... I have two adult children who are mentally ill. it is heartbreaking to see them bravely trying to cope with a disability that has taken over their lives. Criminals are shown more understanding. Thank you, Ann for your very compassionate poem.It is very sad but true that the mentally ill will only have peace when they die.
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October 18, 2021 at 10:19 PM
Oh dear Shirley I am so sorry to hear that; you are right it is utterly heartbreaking to witness as you as a parent want to take their pain away, but we can't and there often is no support from the outside world to help them as they struggle each day with this terrible condition. I send you much love dear friend and pray your children find the peace they need to live their lives. With kindest thoughts Ann xx
Leffanta Avatar
October 16, 2021 at 11:51 AM
Delicate circuitry invariably shorts out from time to time - unnoticed even by the most capable repair personnel . . . . .
Gilmour Avatar
October 18, 2021 at 10:14 PM
So true Rico and thanks so much for your visit. With kindest thoughts Ann xx
Pigeon Tart Avatar
October 16, 2021 at 7:34 AM
Much empathy and compassion in this tender write. Lovely done. xomo
Gilmour Avatar
October 18, 2021 at 10:13 PM
Thank you so much IR for your lovely words, much appreciated. With kindest thoughts Ann xx
Buhagiar Avatar
October 15, 2021 at 10:09 PM
Very well depicted. Such illnesses are often hidden.
Gilmour Avatar
October 18, 2021 at 10:10 PM
Yes Victor this is so true. Thank you for your visit my friend. With kindest thoughts Ann xx
Roper Avatar
October 15, 2021 at 8:15 PM
words of truth, people are good to pass judgement ... my mind stays in drive at all times to stop it for a while for rest would be a blessing. I think that comes with hyperness and grows with Anxiety
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October 18, 2021 at 10:11 PM
Yes no one knows what goes on inside our heads Eve, often exacerbated during the night... Take care my friend and thank you for your support. With kindest thoughts Ann xx
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