Psychosis

I felt it coming,
losing touch,
where people are distorted
and their words hold little value

I’m not convinced,
though I try.
Fixations take over.
I’m above the law,
above the feeling that I’m living in.

I felt it coming just a few days ago.
I’m losing touch,
losing all I’ve fought for
but not for long.

I come back down
and come to see
you’re all here,
waiting for me,
the “real me.”

I’m the one who laughs,
who holds tenaciously
onto great company.

Bring me down.
Bring me down, now.

I don’t want to be afraid, anymore.
I don’t want to be afraid of who I am,
who I can be.

5 responses to “Psychosis”

WanderingCanadians

September 27, 2025 at 7:48 pm

I love the depth to this piece. And it’s a feeling I can relate to. It’s good to be grounded and to remind ourselves that we don’t have to be afraid of who we are.

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1. BrittnyLee
  
  September 27, 2025 at 8:03 pm
  
  Yes!!! I’m really glad this was relatable to you as well. It always surprises me when you say that but in a good way. It makes me feel better about the way I process things. It’s that connected feeling I get that makes me feel less awkward haha 🤣. I’m still learning about myself and working on accepting myself but I’ve come a long way on this journey so I’m trying to focus on that
  
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  1. WanderingCanadians
    
    September 28, 2025 at 10:11 am
    
    I’m still learning about myself too. One of the reasons I love poetry so much is that sometimes I don’t even realize how I’m feeling or have felt until I read a piece that seems to perfectly describe something in a way I never even fully considered. And it unlocks a new level of understanding about myself. Many of your pieces tend to resonate with me. So in a way as you’re processing and learning, you’re helping me along the way too. ❤️
    
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Woodsy

September 29, 2025 at 4:56 pm

I had a moment of clarity, years ago, when surrounded by fear… pretty much marinated in the stuff, for all sorts of reasons.

Then it occurred to me how close I had already come to many of the things that were terrifying me – and for a while, the fear vanished. It was like a massive, cleansing pause.

But it came back. Often enough, it has come back so much worse. I find myself in it sometimes – in the freaky colours of anxiety and terror and despair… and often enough, none of those magic phrases I was given are strong enough to touch it, let alone shake it off.

But there is a magic there being me, afraid of things that often don’t even notice I am there… things that rarely come close to acknowledging my significance. And when they look over me, my fear shines out, scribbles poems on the sky, breathes storm air and river water… because nothing stands in this terror like I do… like you do…

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1. BrittnyLee
  
  September 30, 2025 at 11:14 am
  
  That’s the truth !
  Fear, an inevitable entrance
  upon a distant stage.
  I’m a marionette,
  a jester with strings.
  Hold me close,
  humanity arose,
  I can feel it when I’m free.
  I can feel it when I believe in my diety.
  Sometimes, their voices ring out,
  other times, nothing can reach me.
  Our ears, pressed to the track
  of what ifs and what’s next.
  We’re listening to ghosts who don’t know us, yet.
  
  John, beautiful comment as always
  
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