Looking to the floor
the bleakness in your eyes
as you speak of a life
in your dreams.
A family, a husband
a house to clean
and a dinner to cook;
a man to wait on hand and foot.
You speak in rapid religious outbursts
shifting from one rapid thought
to the next
as reality fluctuates.
Tears now as you
spill the pain of the life
you never had the chance of living
because of your mental illness.
Your mind broken,
damaged by the torrent of thoughts
years of untreated illness
and moments of chemical bliss.
A verdict handed down from on high
as if despite your unwavering faith
the spirit was taken
from you child.
