A post commenting on what it’s like to live with high-functioning mental illness, and how to cope.
An Ocean Inside [Dark, Freeverse Poetry]
I have an ocean inside me, Motion, a wave of emotion, Rippling through bones and beating insides The oxygen, where are you? The salt, seeping in my lungs Each breath, hoarse, nails running down red flesh, Blood washed away, the waves curl. The sharks inside me tremble. They smell the crimson, the dripping organs Now filled with sand – solid, …