Mental Illness

I remember being sent alone into the attic, I was six or five…

Seeing a yellow demon.

Punishment, and my soul was screaming.

Afraid, and becoming traumatized.

Please help me, mom, this fear is beyond a tear that I can possibly cry.

My soul is beginning to die.

I am afraid.

This is driving a boy crazed.

I close my eyes.

I sit until I am free…

I sit with just blackness.

Until I am free.

I won’t disobey, I am sorry.

Please, just forgive me, I don’t realize it as an extreme.

I did not know years down the line, I would even remember it or see it as a blessing.

A blessing of knowing that my mind can endure any harsh testing…

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