Sharing from my many shelves of journals. The mostly biographical poetry and writing of an Australian Christian woman living with schizoaffective disorder.
Talking Bridges
Cas Reeves 2020
Talking bridges over my troubled waters.
Crossing deserts on word camels.
Strangers who become closer than friends
Carrying the water to my wells.
Sitting, huddled by quiet trees,
Hoping I am hidden from view.
Waiting silently for the next trek
Along another emotional Kokoda.
Drugged and drowsy
To stop the swinging pendulum of mood.
All-day breathing shallow,
Fearful of the shadows
Flicking in the corner
Of my fretful eyes.
Colouring mandalas
Like desperate prayers.
Gel pen mantras to safe vacancy.
Tired, a traveller never leaving,
Always on a journey but staying still.
Talking to unravel my wool
But still,
It’s tangled strings bind.
In the end,
It’s just me
And my broken mind.
This is one of my most recent poems inspired by all the amazing counsellors and psychologists who keep carrying water to my well so I can take the long journeys towards understanding my mental illness and finding healing. I dedicate this to every counsellor, psychologist, pastor, chaplain, carer, friend and family member who patiently listens over and over to those of us with mental illness. It helps, we are still ill but it does help. Thank you.
I'm a 46 year old Christian married mother of two young adults who I had the honour of homeschooling for 12 years. My husband Rodney and I live in Brisbane Australia. I am creating this space to share, as God leads, some of my writing and experiences living with schizoaffective disorder and pursuing a deeper healing relationship with God.
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