Ride the Mend; Two Ships by Lindsey Wentzel
Ride the Mend
Darkness, darkness consumes the view and the lights go out…
Bare rooms, dingy cream walls, bad food, surly nurses and cheery doctors
Fluorescent lights glare down onto freshly waxed linoleum
Lights flicker in time to my brain spasms
Withdrawal and new medications taking hold in concurrent time
Consciousness in spurts and reality and reason hover just out of reach…
Clouds part and light consumes the view
Someone has saved me from myself
The darkness had sent me down a menacing path but day by day,
Patches were delivered and stitched across the wounds
A team works to mend the havoc wreaked by sabotage
To renew a sense of self and send me out with a rehabilitated high
Cobwebs cleared the sun shines again
Deep down, a knowledge that this has all been an effort
to restore me to my previous self
Self still exists
The light will be temporary just as the darkness was
There is no cure for this chronic affliction
The poison will return, and renovations will begin again
Ride the mend for as long as possible
Two Ships
Stranded on an island, but happy
Two ships approach in a rescue attempt
“Which ship should I be on? “She wonders…
“Do I even really want to leave?
Afterall, I’ve made a happy home here, all on my own.”
One ship offers a picturesque garden of flowers.
An outpouring of love and attention.
The other ship offers a serene existence, set in luxury,
diamonds and gold, wanting for nothing
Both want her aboard
But one wants her captive
While the other is unsure
how long to allow her company
Meanwhile the island beckons her.
Reminds her she can be her
True self without any burdens
Of reciprocity, if she stays
It’s a lovely shack, though not built for two…
All the simplicities and necessities
Surrounded by nature’s beauty
These choices she never expected
Suddenly are upon her all at once
The conflict of choice strains her
And she dreads telling one..or both, no
Feeling forced to a decision…
Her instincts scream ‘none!’
But she knows there’s an answer inside her
That would really be the right one
Author Bio: Lindsey Wentzel grew up in Austin, TX and attended UNT for college. She dropped out in the middle and became a vagabond traveling across the country for several years. These were some of the best and happiest days of her life. She has always struggled with bipolar depression, anxiety and ADD, but is managing them all today. Today, Lindsey is a single mother of two beautiful children and manages to be a productive member of society....sometimes.
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