Needles and pins swirling in a transparent jar,
A weighted bird looks wistful at blue skies;
She yearns, and hasn’t traveled very far.
A heart that beats its own drum is a heart with scars,
In between the sighs, the planning and the tries:
Needles and pins swirling in a transparent jar.
Like a downy feather dipped in heavy tar,
The soft turned strong, but the weight will never fly—
She yearns, and hasn’t traveled very far.
Illusions of the mind will set the impossible bar,
The shackles we create in an effort to get high:
Needles and pins swirling in a transparent jar.
A bird can hang its hopes upon a star,
And with the effort, find a thousand ways to die;
She yearns, and hasn’t traveled very far.
But outside of the smoke plumes in the bar,
There may exist clean air enough to rise;
Needles and pins swirling in a transparent jar.
She yearns, and hasn’t traveled very far.
This is a very well written poem. It communicates the feelings and frustrations so clearly. You should contribute to One Mind: https://onemind.org/ I think it’s one of the best organizations, founding by someone dealing with mental illness, to support people who are burdened with their own minds running away with them. They have serious support and compassion and connection. Your poem may be something they’d like to publish or post as it describes how someone who is struggling would feel in an effective and dignified way. They try hard to connect and communicate.
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