Inpatient

• Chelsea Bowerman, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2018

Inside the mind of a mentally ill inpatient.
Looking at these walls makes my muscles Im-patient.
Silently white, my hands are a category 5 earthquake.
Taking antidepressants more than my daily intake.
My head is stuck in world war 2.
Each and everyday is de-ja-vu.
Each time I revive, I witness myself die.
Struck to the temple with a bullet or falling from a building five stories high.
A mentally ill person can laugh as if their heart has never broken.
A mind reeling with hidden stories.
Their beautiful words left unspoken.
And often they die.
With deep thoughts in their mind.
An artist who wishes to paint;
But is left without a canvas and a world too blind.