stuck in the fishbowl
evergreen trees
the view from this
window pane
slightly open
i’m going for a walk –
sup air through
my nostrils…
after seeing
a performance poet
the young lady recited:
“mother doesn’t understand
my depression,
because
i don’t understand it either!”
i didn’t ask mother
why her bedroom curtains
were drawn at 4
in the afternoon –
the sun tearing
through as
we got home from school.
lay on the double bed
unblemished
kinked hair clasped
in wary hands –
her immaculate room
seeped a gloom
rolling on for days
& nights.
(think she’d split
with her long term “knight”).
years down the way
mother asks me –
where you been
for the last few days?
i don’t want to tell
i’ve been stuck in the fishbowl.
bedroom curtains
drawn till 4
in the afternoon
(i know she understands)
though i tell her sometimes
(it feels – but i’m not alone).
evergreen trees
the view from this pane
double glazed window
slightly open
i’m going for a walk –
sup air through
my nostrils…
Poem: Mental Health Peril: Increase Investment And Set People Free