Part 2 "I want to tell her, I want to
Explain, I want to sing it,
I want to recite it, but I can’t
I can’t tell a mother, your
Son is not your son, your son
Is flesh, body but brainless, your
Son is there, but he is possessed
By forces of unseen.
I want to apologise for being
A dead walking human, I want to apologise
For seeing the world as an angry
Bird, I want to apologise for
Running from them, shadows
Of the unknown, voices dancing
Teasing and taunting up there, but how?
I am brainless,
I have a brain, but it’s not mine,
I have a brain, but I pay rent,
I have a brain, but
It never obeys the master.
What do you do
When your in the cracks of the earth?
Do you pray? Do you cry? Or fight
To be human for another day.
Smiling like an angel
She leaves, closing the door
She is proud, her son
The pride of her name, apple of her eye
Is finishing school, about to conquer earth
But little does she know?
I am there, but not
Sympathetic cosy duvet
Hugs me, saying
It’s the will of the lord
The will of the lord,
What lord? One that left
You, dangling from
Branches of insanity
Boiling my blood,
As anger tears
My veins apart, ready
They have my brain
But mock my religion
How dare they? ‘You have ten minutes,’
She calls out,
My mother, but
Out of bed, only
The lord can help me.
Ding, time calls me,
Bed is restless, duvet
Is relentless, they all want me out,
Throw out the ghost, the they chant,
But how do I move?
Am living but am brainless." #SantuurStories#santuur#mentalhealth#anonymous#stories#share#somalis#wellbeing#BipolarAwareness#physical#mental#emotional#health#bipolar#mindshare#poem#appreciation#talent#amazingminds#amazingstories#inspiringothers
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