Inferior Birth

Another dark period of my life.

Silent sobs

Rock my body

As I reflect back

Severn years ago.

 

Of a time

I lived

In a homeless shelter

For women.

 

A system overwhelmed

By need

And lack of resources

On all levels.

 

Where people are

Treated like children

Dictating every aspect.

 

Especially those

Who are struggling

With mental illness.

 

Visible

For all

To see.

 

As if

Responsibility for this illness

Is my fault

For PTSD depression

And various anxiety disorders.

 

Victimizing me

All over again

Keeping quiet

On my growing sense

Of helplessness.

 

Knowing

I had to escape

Taking the first place

Offered to me.

 

Else

Take my life

As a solution.

Author's Note

Originally written, August 29, 2014.