Sometimes seeing things differently is mental illness; sometimes it’s seeing things differently. A show I was watching at the suggestion of a person who is increasingly important to me portrayed that in an interesting bit that I have attempted to put into poetry below.
A Prairie Sky's Truth by Michael Romani Some things in life invite us to be stronger Putting these into perspective a little longer We hold onto those that free our minds Clinging to questions of truth, hoping to find That melody we hope will always play Hope found in the words we find to say With eyes as blue as the prairie sky We find a new home there in you and I Until deep disturbances in our sleep Delusions, illusions and truths we keep Finding our truths fail our expectations It's hard to move forward in anticipation Society chooses to over medicate All of those we find we cannot mediate Numbing their senses of who they are AS we kid ourselves into thinking we've not gone to far In treating those who are different Preferring science to being reverent But in none of this do we find answers And still mental illness grows like cancer Try as one might to drown out the dreams There are those still waking to silent screams Until they reach the tunnel's ending light Praying for some way to make it through the night Twenty one waxed candles shining bright The return of a blind girl's sight A love lost that life has returned In all of these signs, these are lessons learned If only a person could just disappear Putting behind all pain of the passing years Where then would that person go But to those things that help her grow (c) April 1, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 