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Brainstorm

I can see the stormy cyclone in your eyes as your stare helplessly lost inside your mind reeling in a flood of confusion. Desperation rises in your voice as you rapidly express disjointed thoughts and fantasies. You wander inside a mirrored maze of distortion frantically searching for an escape groping for a sensible thought some semblance of reality. I can see your pale brow knit in pain, as small beads of sweat trickle down your face your expression a rigid mask of catatonic anxiety. Oh how I long to help you dear friend, to offer you a healing balm a soothing word a hope to cling to. I hold your trembling hands as we bow our heads to pray. Written on 10/18/18

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Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 10/26/2018 3:23:00 AM

- Anxiety is a terrible condition, great written Laura :) - Congratulations on your win :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Deb Radke

Date: 10/25/2018 8:14:00 PM

Congratulations, Laura. I just knew this beautiful writing would do well in the contest. Best wishes. Deb

John Hamilton

Date: 10/25/2018 12:53:00 PM

Congrats on a fine win Laura!

Laura Leiser
Date: 10/25/2018 6:24:00 PM

Thank you, John, for my placement in your contest! It was a truly fascinating topic to write about. :)

Kai Michael Neumann

Date: 10/20/2018 1:31:00 AM

Laura, you are nursing that brainstorm very kindly. I am not religious, more spiritual, but prayer helps. And for that, as you probably know, there is scientific evidence. Bless you and kind wishes, Kai

Laura Leiser
Date: 10/20/2018 8:53:00 AM

Thank you for comments, Kai. Prayer truly is powerful!

Rico Leffanta

Date: 10/19/2018 1:02:00 PM

As a nurse, you must have noticed the same look in the eyes of a new-born struggling to make sense of what it sees and, as the days pass, struggling to express itself. Babies are born intelligent, but no one makes any effort to learn their language, yet one toddler can still understand the gibberish of another. Good luck in the contest, Laura! Aloha! Rico

Laura Leiser
Date: 10/19/2018 3:47:00 PM

Thank you, Rico, for your comments and intriguing observations about babies and toddlers!

Deb Radke

Date: 10/19/2018 11:48:00 AM

I think you have described well the agony of being on the outside looking into the heart of a loved one struggling with mental illness. How often the only thing left is to pray and to be there. But what powerful things these are. Best wishes. Deb

Laura Leiser
Date: 10/19/2018 12:29:00 PM

Thank you, Deb, for taking the time to comment on my poem. I was a nurse for years and witnessed many who suffered this way.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 10/19/2018 7:13:00 AM

Well written Laura, I've seen the devestation dementia causes, such a sad state to be in. Tom.

Laura Leiser
Date: 10/19/2018 10:28:00 AM

Thank you for commenting, Tom. It is very sad, indeed..

Vijay Pandit

Date: 10/19/2018 6:10:00 AM

A difficult theme..you painted the portrait brilliantly..a sure win, Laura.

Laura Leiser
Date: 10/19/2018 10:27:00 AM

Thank you, Vijay. I actually do have a friend with mental illness...it is tough to see the struggle and it’s effect on her life.