Calling The Madhouse

“Don’t buy into the narration that you are the problem.” — Dan Booth Cohen

I am here to claim this part of me

so long neglected and shunned,

feared for the dangerous power

that can’t be approached without severe

repercussions, only accessed sideways,

bursting forth when my walls collapse

by the tsunami of crisis.

A psychic cat has volunteered

crying, yowling, yelling, howling

while careful sourcerers reflect

what they’ve tuned in to,

this fear, this overriding rage.

All of my congestion

has been choking

the sound I must give this pain.

Appropriateness be damned.

The cat proclaims what I’ve ignored:

this selfsame blackness permeates

every being. Never identical, but words

are so imprecise

we can call it dark energy.

When I can speak of my own,

proclaim it and parade before you, naked

and trembling in humiliation,

all the fear at the loss of love

then you can safely access your own.

Hold a different hand,

walk away from Big Pharma

and those doctors telling you

life is happy and joyful and you

are crazy, depressed and anxious.

Don’t they hear your fine-tuned

resonating

to the drumbeats of oppression?

Come with me to create

a safe haven, a community of loving

humans who build the container to explore

these necessary screams

of outrage: a sure sign

of your sanity

in this offensive culture.

Inspired by The Daily Word Prompt: identical

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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