Crippled

I just can't remember how it was without this.

Take me by the hand.
Teach me how to see.
Remove for me these glasses
Put on by society.

Take me by the heart.
Remember unto me
How it was in childhood;
Sweet simplicity.

I seem to have forgotten
How to walk or breathe
Without these chains of hatred
That pull me to the sea.

I cannot tread this water
Without the aid of mind,
And mine is worn and tattered
It has been for all time.

Take me by the hand.
Teach me to be free
Of this deathly, chilling tide,
So it will let me be.

Author's Note

I'm so lost. I feel that I'm drowning in the disorder this time. I found a note I wrote two years ago. I forgot to whom. It said "Would you honestly miss me if I died? I'm almost as bad as I was last winter. I'm afraid." It couldn't have been found at a more coincidental time. I'm the worst I've ever been. In my 8 years of this.
I've considered recovery again. But I don't know how to get this way of thinking gone. I see a body I compare it to mine. If it's bigger, I'm the queen. If it's thinner, I'm a piece of dirt. Everything with me is physical. I don't know how I can place such importance on the mind, on writing, on thought, dreaming, and philosophy.... and be so consumed by the superficial? It runs my life. And I don't know how to be otherwise.
I need someone to tell me, desperately, how to remove these ropes that hold me down.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is a powerful and beautiful piece of poetry written by a powerful and beautiful soul. Power and beauty are both mirrored reflections of the spirit. The flesh is nothing but dust and ash. Wonderful write.

[ace]

u know the poem has a wonderful flow and very well written but ur not dang the emotion behind that is unbelievable if there is anything i can do for u please message me you have some serious talent for writing and i want to keep seeing it for years