Playing With the MonsterA Poem by Longing for HomeMy son's descent into mental illness.There was a Monster
who used to
stand at the door and say, "Hey,Mikey! please, come out today and play!" to my little boy, my sunshine ray. And so, he went, with chubby hand held out so trusting, so innocent, so sweet..... and then, he was gone. And in his place was left a man who is naught but a fragile shell. No zest, no expression in his once-beautiful eyes -- his life had become a hell. Tormented, tormented! and feeling all alone, except.... for the voices (in his head) with mercy there is none. Commanding, cajoling, bribing him to obey And....so he does often,(barely) living for another day. with 7? suicide attempts at hand much to his regret, his heartbeat is never stilled. Mind numbing, emotion numbing medications keep him alive, but not. And nothing can be said, nothing can be taught about the never-ending sadness, the grief that goes not away. Not for big Mikey, who was lured out to play and danced with the Monster-- Paranoid Schizophrenia who took away my sunshine ray's last chance
to be.... normal, and happy....and free. And what kind of mother prays to her God, "Next time, Lord....perhaps it would better be if my sonshine ray didn't wake up, but be truly free?" Am I another type of monster who wishes ill her son, is it his pain, or my own? That I am wishing to be ever done? © 2009 Longing for HomeReviews
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Added on February 7, 2009Last Updated on March 15, 2009 AuthorLonging for HomeMadison, WIAboutWho am I? I am a mom (with an indomitable spirit) of 3 young adult children -- one of whom suffers from Paranoid Schizophrenia. I am the wife of a very gentle soul. I am an employee to a savage co.. more..Writing
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