Illness, psychosis, and trauma
Perfectly juggled with masterful precision
In such a delicate balance
The endeavor of a lifetime
Is required to maintain.
At any cost it must be;
The slightest disturbance could upset,
Unleashing a therapy session’s worth of stress
Upon any unsuspecting victim
Unfortunate enough to present.
Caution is a necessity.
Every potential interaction is a threat
That could jeopardize this balance.
Teetering on the brink of collapse
Leaves little room for distraction.
Careful bursts of madness,
As in the chaotic illogical products
Of a strained and imprisoned mind,
Must be regularly expressed
Within these constraints.
Fatigue, loneliness, and irritability,
Exacerbated symptoms from all sources
With little but solitude, reflection,
And continual effort
As a reward.
With luck and practice,
One may survive long enough
In such a fragile and frigid state
To become numb or indifferent,
Or maybe self-aware.
In one form or another
This precarious dance must inevitably end.
Whether stumbling to ruin, wearing out entirely,
Or relinquishing enough
To transcend.
