The Asylum and the Aviary
A piece inspired by the morbid curiosity of my friend's struggles and ultimate triumph through psychosis.
Is this how it feels to be inside your head?
A song of hopeful strings
To drown out the screaming?
Screaming like you’re about to be swallowed
By the voices.
Like the cosmos that put you together left you
Abandoned,
Divorced your soul and pulled you by your sinews
to opposite ends of the
Universe.
Is your mind an asylum?
With rusty hinges and shattered glass
Are your walls stained with memories
Or are they long since painted?
Do the ghosts still wander these halls?
Or do they lie vacant?
Do the shadows around the corner
Pull at your collar
Demanding to be seen?
To be heard?
What would happen
If you offered an ear to listen?
Are your courtyards overgrown with rosemary
To hide the hollow bones?
Their stalks outstretched,
Concealing your frame.
Pray!
Are you warmed by their embrace?
Do the leaves cleanse your tears
And paint promises on your skin?
For the bones fed the soil and
Gave them life most forgiving.
It is only just they return
the favor.
Favors fulfilled by your groundskeeper-
Indebted to Mother Earth
And Father Time.
Funny how in such a harrowed place
So often demonized
You seem very much at peace.
Your mind is not a tenant, but a room.
A broom closet and
An aviary-
Tell me, what is your secret?
What is your secret?
What conjure?
What tincture?
What summoning
Or body of sacrifice did you consecrate
that lets you walk so calmly
And turned this soil into hallowed ground?
About the Creator
Rae Janney
A Behavioral Neuroscience major with a passion for writing. My predominant writing style is surreal poetry, and most of my pieces touch upon mental health- TW included. My goal with my writing to end the stigma of mental illness.
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