For her.

From now until eternity,
I will carry that strange fear,
That there is something coming,
And it’s frighteningly near.
Whatever you want to name it,
It has become a part of me.
These things I did not worry on,
Things things I did not see,
Are now in startlingly technicolour,
Are blinding and distracting.
I see things you do not,
So don’t question how I’m acting.
I’ve learned things, and felt things,
I wish I had not.
This mind full of worry,
Is all I’ve now got,
As the means to protect,
As the way to progress.
I know I am damaged,
But truly, who isn’t a mess?



For a fried.   For her mind.  For her reality.  For her honesty.