I Will Today

(c) Tina Gibson, 2012
I wasn’t going to pray,
But I will today.
I pray that one day,
You will beat your sorrow,
So your visions
Will have a better tomorrow.
It breaks my heart
To know you’re falling apart.

 

There is a visible calmness
Surrounding your gentle light–
Could the angels be on board,
Trying to make it right?

You are an artist, a genius
Driving your daily work.
Loyal to your visions,
And all they are worth.
In your darkest hours
You paint all the pretty flowers.
Visions of lunatics fill your room–
Inside your stinging tomb,
Another masterpiece is waiting to bloom.
I want to see
The inner beauty.
The aggression–
Behind the progressions
Of a lovely tiger lily.
They say you are insane!
You have an un-cooperating brain.
Put your gas mask on,
Take THEIR crazy pills,
And run straight through the daffodils!
Thermoclines will always survive.
Since when has a natural occurrence
Ever stopped a thriving lake?
When your life is at stake,
There are risks you just have to take. 

You will always have your demons–
Long after you have made millions.
They are eternally yours.
They’ll come to you on all fours.
Do you hear them …
Scratching up the hardwood floors?

I pray you will not condemn them.
I pray you will learn to accept them.
I pray you will learn to embrace them.
I pray you will learn to thank them.

How bad do you want to win the battle?
There is more to learn in these epiphyllum fields.
That all depends on you–are you willing
To paint your demons without using a shield?

This Gift–this curse,
Given to you at birth
Is nothing unusual.

What you have is beautiful!!

I wasn’t going to pray,
But I will today.
I pray that one day
You will beat your sorrow.
So your visions
Will have a better tomorrow.

This poem is dedicated to those suffering from a mental illness
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