OUR GRASP ON SANITY

Hanging close to the edge of nowhere
Suspended by a thread like human hair
Is our grasp on sanity
And there are times when
A breeze of disruption
Disturbs and distresses
This delicate suspension
And our grasp on sanity

It would be wise for us to always be aware
Of that thread as thin as a human hair
Because a breeze of disruption
Could became the blast of a storm
Our reason will spin and fly
Before snapping the thread altogether
And our grasp on sanity

    By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[KT-B]

This is so true Phil, just had a brush with anxiety which caused depression, scariest time of my life, came out of nowhere and been with me since February but I think, I'm afraid to say it in case it comes back full throttle, but I think I'm through the worst of it - and I absolutely agree with your cleverly written poem - well done

[Phil Roberts]

Thanks again KT. I suffer from bi polar depression though, with improved medication and age, it's less of a problem than it was.
But I know the fear that you mention. My means of survival over the years is to keep telling myself that...however bad it gets, I always come out of it....and often "grown" in the process, lol, if that makes sense.
I wish you well, my friend and I'll discuss depression any time if you think it might help. Be lucky :)

[KT-B]

thanks so much that's so kind of you, it's a scarey journey you've done well to cope with it by the sounds of things, my biggest fear was being hospitalised and not being there for the kids, luckily it's never came to that - what a carry on it's startling how many people are affected by this dreaded illness. thanks for sharing and caring :)

[Phil Roberts]

take care of yourself :)