The ground blooms in rainbows
and I lay a faded white rose
in a padded garden growing insanity.
I can’t remember the scent of spring.
Bleach drinks the tiles on the floors
burning my nose with helpless.
I am here to get better, but I can’t find better.
It is not in the pills poured from a witch’s hand
or the shadow puppets stealing them from under my tongue.
The elusive “they” tell me I am here for my own good.
What is good about numbness and prying voices
that ask so many questions but have no ears to listen?
Beyond the stones I am buried in is my freedom,
because I can see birds flying across the sky from my
window.
I know I could reach them
if someone would just give me
back my wings.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
Comments
The new prompt is up if you are interested =)
I can feel the pain in this poem~
Bravo for going there!
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