Cascara Latte Find Your New Winter To Go
Mental or physical,
I'm sick and leaving
The mental hospital today.
My backbone a twisted rope of despair
I do and I don't want to choke
On misery, questions and shame.
Lasso the Abyss, bind
Me In this moment, Now
Driving towards a chance where
I empty my brain, dreams, vulnerabilities
To wisdom, beauty and poet,
Professional therapist,
Harbor Master of my storm.
Thank God there is no normal.
Released, I leave her office, find
A way back to the mental hospital.
Lasso the Abyss, bind
Me, In this moment, Now
I love the hospital's psychiatrist.
His office wall holds a whiteboard, written on it,
Only two words; Answer Board.
It's been blank since I arrived in October,
my core beat-up, broken, until a May day discharge.
Leaving with binders of notes without answers.
Lasso the Abyss, bind
Me, In this moment, Now
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Copyright © Tamra Amato | Year Posted 2019
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