You Felt My Dying Mind
written by: Joyce Butler
@joycebwriter
I write this for you my friend
whoever you are
When you were scared like me
and life was scarred
we ran through the dark together
you and I.
Not knowing we were both there fighting
side by side.
Your screams collapsing
in my throat
as I cried believing
the shame was all mine.
That I was the only one
in this world to feel
a dying mind.
Truly believing
my illness was mine
and no-one else’s crime.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
This poem was inspired by all the brave people who have fought, or are fighting mental illness every day. You are not alone. I have been where you are. Recovery is possible.
I'm 41 years old. Mother of 2 from Waterford, Ireland. I work full-time as a Clerical Officer. I love to write poetry, micropoetry and short stories when I have time.
I was shortlisted for the Atlantis Short Story Prize 2015 and I've written the first draft of a book.
I was shortlisted for the Atlantis Short Story Prize 2015 and I've written the first draft of a book.
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