Delusional Cas Reeves 2015 I gave birth to the Universe In the courtyard Of the mental ward. I was alone, But not, For all the Dragon Queens Of unfathomable eons Kept me company As I sat Content, In my fluffy pink bathrobe And marvelled At how much easier it was To give birth to time and space As opposed to a human child. I submitted to the council of elders That there was a great injustice Handed to humanity in this regard. It did not seem strange to me To sit amongst distant spirits And feel exhausted Yet complete. Not the mother of the Universe, But one more daughter Giving birth to the future.
I saw dragons, spoke with them; knew them. My mind built a whole mythos that made perfect sense to me. If I told it to you as a fictional story you would think: what a wonderful imagination, what a strange, symbolic allegory. But it wasn’t fictional to me at the time; it was my truth and experience. I was delusional. Some of my delusions were beautiful; not all were scary. Although some were terrifying, running outside screaming, stark raving mad terrifying. It feels like peeling back my skin to share, but delusions are a part of this mental illness.
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