The implicit memory of this day, fifteen years ago
Glows.
What little body I had,
was in medical and mental health treatment.
My mind, however, was in a dark limbo, half present.
The half still there, remembers T.B.’s birthday,
And S. “Graduating” back into normality,
Or at least, that’s what I thought completing treatment meant,
But, that reality is a different poem,
On this day, joy knew me, and I welcomed it in,
Even as a friend was leaving,
Happiness was vivid enough,
To be visible from 15 years away.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, friends!
SickyBeat 