The implicit memory of this day, fifteen years ago


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!


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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