I stood at that gate

As I had done many a day before

Thinking this the day I would go home

But no one would come

As was the case many a day before

Inside they say I am no ordinary man

I no longer debate with the white coat holding a

recorder in his hand

With each visit to my room, he cannot understand how my

mind expands

Please God, don’t let them sedate me again

The white coats don’t understand what it is like

to feel nothing

I stood at that gate

As I had done many a day before

A slightly blurred image hangs in my mind

Arms welcoming me home

But no one would come…

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12 thoughts on “Blurred

  1. Wow I don’t have personal knowledge of this feeling but I love someone who does. So scary all of that not being in control of one single thing. They said there was a peace and rest in going away. But chunks of life and memory are gone from the blur. Powerful piece Syl. Hugs to you πŸ¦‹πŸ€—

    1. It can be hard on the family as well as the individual, when he/she is in denial of any issues and all seems well and normal to them. Thank you, M! πŸ™‚

      1. Oh yes it is painful to watch someone change like that. I know God’s grace is sufficient in tender times like this. In fact it is well with my soul. So I know it will be well. Amen πŸ™πŸΌJust preached a mini sermon to myself. Have a beautiful Friday my friend. I love your riding I always feel better when I come here! πŸŒΌπŸ’›πŸŒΌπŸ’›

  2. Very thought-provoking and a very thoughtful piece, Sylvester. It must be terrible when not in control of your thoughts and feelings and even worse… when no one understands!

    1. Thank you, Erika. It is a tough situation when the mind becomes unstable and splits into two levels of thought, real and unreal. There is no balance anymore.

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