Edición Insane (Photo credit: ● Jabo ®●)
The madness of despair rides through her
She breathes discontent and lability, her frown
one moment turns to joy then darkens once again
She is contradictions in all forms
and cannot find the centre of herself
let alone her world, she is fractured
And she is sad and in her fear
she is dangerous and I am afraid
While all the while I sympathise
and drag my own soul through torment
for my inability to cure or control
her inner discontent and need
If friendship could speak truth to such power
it would be a fine thing and a way through
A way to meet in minds that value the same
and help each other to live to standards
oft espoused but little seen, but madness rides through
cracking every foothold of honour and loyalty
and imperatives beyond us both
break all things apart
This fever confounds me and I am lost
I would be someone who could help and yet
this way of thought is alien to me
I cannot find the person
I once thought that I knew, and in any case
this is perhaps self-deceit, it could be
that I always saw the madness but chose to
avert my view, so there it is:
that within me is delusion and some darker madness too.
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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Interesting!
Thanks, so is the relationship it’s based on!! 🙂 🙂
Wow Helen an amazing poem. I love the idea of contradictions, because that is the issue with madness. In some ways the madness can be creative but so often the source of the distraction for those dealing with someone off the rails. as always lots to discuss and so well written. I will share this with a friend who is having similar issues with her daughter. Thanks for sharing this Helen.
Thanks so much, that is very kind!! 🙂 🙂
Wonderful and stunning – thank you for sharing – Cheers J
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
Interesting and insightful. I would stay with the friendship.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Summers sent me an email about your work and this poem. I feel the conflict deeply in this piece. Finding ourselves is so very difficult at times, despair or pain or doubt, being able to support another who cannot see the reasoning. Madness of any form – truly difficult to pierce. Thank you.
Thank you so much for such a thoughtful response!! 🙂 🙂
Well expressed. Sometimes I have been the mad one and sometimes I have been the sane one…the complexity of such relationships is profound.
Very true, thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Powerful Helen and I can relate to this myself I had a very dark period in my life where I didn’t even recognize myself
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂