MENTAL ILLNESS (as an observer)

All is good
for a day, an hour.
The puzzle, almost complete,
falls apart..
Pieces missing.

It is unique.
It is insidious.
It creeps.
It moans.
It screams.
It lives.

Feeding on fear,
anxiety
stress
sadness
euphoria
seasons
full moons
new moons
change
cold
heat.

A train
gathering speed.
No light, no light,
at the end
of the proverbial tunnel.
Racing forward,
unstoppable.

Most days,
it just is.

–Anne Skalitza

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