Literature
Ode to My Sanity
Ode to my sanity,
to understanding right from wrong.
The voices all around
sing a lovely song.
They whisper sweet destruction,
the falling of them all.
I close my eyes in wonder,
in wonder of the small.
The small, tiny insects,
crawling up my spine.
They tickle, make me giggle,
and scratch in tiny lines.
I like the lines.
The scarlet drops of reprieve.
I like the voices lullaby.
"It's time for you to leave"
I enjoy this place of nothing,
this place where I am not.
Not sad, not cold, not lonely,
Not caught.
Caught, in not lovely, NOT lovely, jackets.
That wrap me up so tight.
I can't feel the bindings anymore,
can't smell the cotton in