To share a story

The time that I

find myself a-

slipping into

the desperate

clutch of madness;

that is the time

I know I need

to write, to let

out all emotion’s

waves, channel them;

 
Chasing them all

into the day,

for all to read

the profanity of

insanity’s whispering;

the other voice

inside my mind, it

hides, fearing

judgment of the

gloomy light

 
But others feel,

others know, and

understand enough

that I may

muster the courage,

stirring faintly in

my wild heart,

now brave enough to

reach for another

longing hand

 

 

Photographer: Robert Doisneau