mental health – Leanna

Haiku 361/365

Disrupt the pattern: —From sadness to mild madness— This isn’t the truth.

The days are longer… My mind grows weary and bleak, Too tired to speak.

A dark winter came, blowing ice, snow, and sadness through the bone and vein.

Don’t forget yourself, Who you were before the cloud hung over your head.

Sadness draped over my shoulders like a cape – too heavy to remove.

Couldn’t remember faces blurry, ties severed who’s in the mirror?

Wind cuts skin like knives life threatens; hope can’t survive Swallowed whole by pain

Stormy cloud has come to penetrate a lost heart to cut my breath short.

Winter skies has come to the landscape of my mind making my sights blue.

If I bled in ink The scars would be etched in skin Visible to all.