Day 25: Hello Illness

Hello Illness
Cas Reeves 2020
 
Hello illness, my old friend,
I've come to visit you again,
Because the words
Of the prophets are written
In my journal pages
And notebook cages,
Tucked away
In bedroom drawers
On messy floors.
My pain echoes
In the sound of silence.
 
In restless dreams my medications,
Give bright coloured incantations
And iridescent waves crash round.
In the depths, I'm merely found.
I am washed but never clean.
Exposed to pain but rarely seen.
I see the world
It is crumbling,
Crumbling down,
But there's no noise,
Just broken toys
And the sound of silence.
If you remember The Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel, maybe hum it as you read this poem. Over time the cycle of manic and depression becomes so familiar, it never goes away. I journal every day, filling book after book just to cope with the medicated silence. Most of the time, I am home alone, just me and my fragile faith. I live in my journals, write endless prayers, colour in and try to avoid seeing the News.

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