Patience

Breaking down my resolve
Are characters
Playing a game in my head
I realize the first step
Is knowing they are not real
but the struggle is to
Survive with the
Visitors from my psyche
And to realize
Inside I am still the
Same kind, beautiful
Woman I always have been
Underway is a transformation
From darkness to the sunlight
Patience I need to learn to have
For the fight is ongoing
However watch out voices
I am strong


© Jessica Brooke 9/3/12

Demons

Dare to enter my mind's realm
Drawing you in
You spin like a centrifuge
A cacophony of voices
Not meant for you to hear
Assault you in inconceivable ways

I used to feel empathy for others
My friends who heard voices
Thinking about how terrible it would be
Well this haunting tone deep within
Also without is not a pleasing song today

Banish the feelings bestowed on me
When I hear these unreal sounds
Ones no one else can hear
Which makes me "crazy"
Well I dare you to spend
A day in my head since last year
A year where I have been tortured
By doctors as well as demons

Demons they called themselves at first
I never really believed too much in hell
Until I found hell in my own head


© Jessica Brooke 9/2/12

Trapped

Trapped in the
Only safe place
I know
My mind
Yet it has been
Taken over
By what seems like
Evil spirits and the
Pitch black forest
Where the voices reside
Is in a safe haven
Where once was silence
Where once was inspiration
Where is safe anymore?
If I am cursed to be
Taken over by a force
Stronger than my faith



 © Jessica Brooke 9/3/12

Torment

Feeling stripped of hope
I am writhing under an oppressive
Feeling of duality
Between the real and surreal
I do not know which road to walk
Both are overgrown
I must scythe through one at least
To get out of this hell
The easy path was long ago
Now I suffer torment from
An unseen force
Not real yet seeming so
So as the logical mind reminds
The illogical soul
That not only am I safe and secure
But I for one am definitely not alone
Not alone in my illness
But alone in the feeling that
No one understands


© Jessica Brooke 9/2/12

the power of will

a desire to survive
a will to succeed
power and strength
to go on and prosper
regardless of an outcome
reprieve or onslaught
I sought for renewal
only to find it within

Bring on the Rain

In a wasteland of memories
Lies the footprints
Indelible
My past slowly erodes
Yet fossilized
I remain
Yet never alone

I am reminded
By each hug
gentle ear and smile
That love is alive
I am here for the sheer joy
Of bringing happiness
Peace to darkness
Solace to destructiveness

I ache for those who mutilate
Sacred waters upon their skin
A barrier of epidermis
Meant to shed and wither
Yet grow and renew
As the seasons change

Bring on the rain

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