Eye of Manic Storm

Thrust in the center of the storm All I could see was You My deepest fears had been born My sanity like strings unloosed Nerves unglued by life events Perhaps this broke my mind Strapped to a bed I no longer lament Refused food or drink of any kind The drugs they tried made me hide Inside my paranoia so I didn’t speak Except for occasionally with my eyes At this one mental health nurse you see She would gently hold my bound hand And offered warm wishes and compassion Through her empathetic angelic glance I gained something humane in her passion She’d offer me food which I refused But fed my spirit with her kindness After days my mangled mind improved God sent her and a divine kiss Through the eye of a manic storm Where I lay broken despite grace of God All I saw was this nurse's form She grounded me with her heavenly heart